I have tried all my life to be Bold and effective And invisible in equal parts, Quietly and without fuss To help others, To assist everyone I can in this life Without recognition or tan-ta-ra
But it seems I have been rather too good With my wand because Nobody sees these things That I do, Well some do but of those Some see in order to criticise, Others just pour scorn,
For who indeed am I to offer Help to others when I have Nothing worth to give? And when I point mute at the worth I have indeed procured, It's coincidence or their own effort, No facilitation of mine!
Perhaps it's time for one last Magic trick then, A final swan song Played to an empty theater, To sail as oft imagined and written of In that small boat to the sea's far horizon, And make myself