The Magic Marble

A small boy was shooting marbles and his expression was tense.
He had bought this one with his last cent.
He knew it was a winner and the circle was drawn without.
Then he heard the other kids shout.

Buddy has a steely and its magic watch it fly.
He bent down on one knee with a gleam in his eye.
He could feel the sweat upon his brow.
He looked the situation over and knew the time was now.

He felt the magic the heat in his thumb.
He knew the other marbles he had already won.
He shot it out and then heard the clink as it made its hit.
He knew in his heart all the marbles he would get.

For a little boy this was a dream come true.
If you were this little boy what would you do?
Buddy grabbed the marbles and made his get a way.
To come back and win some more on another day.

© by Harriett Dash 2003