The Angel of Magic
His travels take him near and lead him far away, A touch of magic, a twist of fate, in his hands it lay. No rest for him, but none he would ever need, An angel of God doing the world a good deed.
He can walk through the air, searching for laughter, To make the world happy is what he is after. Sultry people, his hatred is of misery, and ills, He makes them laugh till their soul is filled.
It is not rabbits pulled from a hat, nor a card's memory, It is hope, happiness, friendship, the longing to be free. He will find you and replace your frown with a smile, And in the end, his magic makes it all worthwhile.
© Cynthia Clark