WERE I ABLE

Were I able to be a child again,
pretending at taming dragons
and saving damsels from their fire –
I would learn to do some magic
so that adults could remember too.

Were I able to be younger again,
concerned about image and peers
and what fee to charge for brilliance –
I’d perform magic selectively
for those who might appreciate wonder.

But doing tricks with playing cards
or ropes and cups and shiny rings
are never magic enough for me –
for I have conquered loneliness
and would vanish that from every life.

Were I able to be adult again,
accountable for raising kids
and proud community service –
I’d mentor that impossible
is from nay-sayers and perception.

Most of what we believe we need
are but illusions taught or sold,
to make us sad o’r what we have –
which makes us much less than able
to build on what we actually know.

Were I not tied to this wheely chair
with two good arms and clearer eyes,
I could do magic once again –
but if you listened close, my friend;
you know I’ve passed it on to you.

To truly know life, one must live life;
and see the magic in it all,
and share it with another soul –
I am more than able though choice
between “what if” and less than me.