Our next door neighbor was a
Kindly elderly man who told
Us he was a retired magician.
He would gladly come over
When invited for dinner. And
He would amaze our youngest
Daughter with magic tricks.
One evening he told us this
May be the last time he
Would be able to make it
Over–he had an incurable
Disease and would soon
Perform the ultimate
Disappearing act.
Nothing is more cheerful
Than looking at sunflowers
Smiling at the sky.
Life has many experiences
Of many types good and
Bad. We will have to say
We roll with the punches
And we will survive. Life
Is too wonderful to let the
The bumps in the road
Stop us on our way to
Happiness,
Happiness soars like
The wind blows the
Hair of people. Flags
Flap vigorously in
The town square
For all to look at
While holding on
To their hats. They
Are happy.
Wordman of Alcatraz 