A Skill Akin To Magic Poem by Richard von Geldern

A Skill Akin To Magic



Though age enfeebles our memory,
We will find this isn't tragic,
For age, it seems, redeems us
With a skill akin to magic:
We can set something down for a moment;
It vanishes into thin air.
If there's a place it never could be,
Presto! It pops up there.

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