Frank Bana - Magic Man

Yes I know a man
Who with his quiet magic hand
Can turn a room of quarrelsome heads
Snarling for each other in self-regard
Into the running, tumbling, laughing
Children of 4 that they once were

Yes it is his gift to them
Sprawled unconscious to themselves
And for this one chance they must yield
To him the knowledge they have been
To play in wonder, freed from thought
And careless for an hour again.

Frank Bana

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