One Day's Magic

Magic for a day A gift or a curse Would it help anything Or just make it worse With so many options Of what you could do As I started to think I wrote down a few World peace,my first thought A day without a fight The problem is people Never seem to get it right The hunger problem won't change By magic or tricks Food for only one day More tease,than a fix Governments and religions Just to big a mess They are what they are No more or no less So smaller in scale I started to think What could I do That wouldn't stink Write a great novel That may never be read But will be appreciated and loved Long after I'm dead Dance like Baryshnikov or Kelly Now that would be sweet But all the world's magic Couldn't fix my two left feet Maybe travel somewhere far No reservations required But I'd have so little time And be left only tired To sleep,oh yes sleep Like a newborn baby That's what I'd choose No worries in the world Just lay there and snooze Curled up tight In a nice little ball No thoughts in my head Really nothing at all Be covered and warm As a fresh piece of toast Twenty four hours of this I'd like that the most One Day's Magic Contest/Freddie Vee by Greg Hoffman 6/28/2014