One day, I lost my last baby tooth in class.

It was in fifth grade and I went to the nurse.

That night, the tooth fairy paid me in cash,

Yet, I knew it had come from my mom's purse.

I don't know when that magick finally died,

But Santa Claus was a known hoax at age six.

However, I don't remember if I actually cried;

I just know now that I miss all my mom's tricks.

It was an age of wonder, being a small child.

So much magick existed in the garden outside.

Now that's where all my dad's junk is piled.

I don't even remember my last piggy-back ride.

Whatever happened to the magick of my youth?

The world was colorful; now it's black and white.

I might have to get my old detective gear and sleuth,

But even saying that, I know it won't be right;

Something grave has vanished from my life.

It was magick, and I miss it more dearly today,

As I work a job and live with my darling wife.

So, I'd trade anything just to go back and play,

But would it even be the same as it was then?

I think it wise to let the sand run through my hands.

If I latched onto it, how would I hold my pen?

This is just how the way of the world stands.

That magick was nice while it lasted for me,

But now I must move on to the next best thing.

With my wife, we'll go ahead and make a baby

And cherish them for all the magick they bring.

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