I have no words that glow
No tales of ringing steel
I have no loom of foresight
No worlds that are surreal
The portal through the wardrobe
Has closed itself to me
My companion who could run
Has run at last from me
I lost my magic ring
It fell through time and space
It crashed into a mountain
At silver warp speed pace
It takes imagination
To make a dream alive
It takes a leap of daring
To take dreams to the sky
I have no right to do
what I have seen been done
Instead I have the privilege
To share the light of One
No wand will ever choose me
No staff is mine to wield
I have only plain symbols
to make their minds all reel
No mockingjay will sing
No faction claim my work
My writing is not beauty
It has too many quirks
They say all things have endings
I think that very well
For without any endings
Beginnings would be quelled
Now one last word- “say please”
Please let me live my days
In peace with friends of paper
Who have loved me “Always”
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