The Last Magic Spells Poem by Mary Champion

Believing in the magical comes easy to a child,
the power of a wizard's wand will have us all beguiled.
No problem giving credence to Aladdin's lamp of course -
who couldn't use a genie with a supernat'ral force?

Magic potions, magic spells,
lucky charms and wishing wells -
things to bail us out when life is bleak.
Fairy rings and flying brooms,
sorcerers in smoke-filled rooms,
a chance to beat the odds is what we seek.

But as we grow and Science sheds its ruthless rays of light,
we have to face the fact that only facts can make things
right.
And the shadowed nooks of ignorance, where magic once
held sway
have mostly been invaded by the brutal light of day.
The magic has been banished - that's the price of growing
up -
forcing us to face the Truth and drink its bitter cup.

The only spells remaining in the world to help us cope
are the precious magic moments of love and joy and hope.