A Bag of Magic
A Tribute to Jim Henson
Time passes . . .
And so do
people.
Some we remember more than others . . .
Even if you
didn’t know them.
One man passed away
And the world
wept . . .together.
One man passed away
The laughter
stopped . . .instantly.
But with all the grief and sorrow
The world
remained brighter . . .perhaps even brighter than before.
This one man touched the world
With a small
green frog.
This one man dreamed.
Mayhem, and madness,
And chickens
that danced.
It may not have made sense,
But we laughed for some reason.
A frog that hosted a television show
And a seven foot
canary
A purple skull named Yorick
And creatures
beyond our wildest imagination
Populated the world of this man.
He even let us in to his world
And we took off
our shoes and walked right in.
As we entered he gave us each
A little bag of
magic to keep as our own.
He didn’t tell us what to do with it
That was left up to
us.
That magic brightened the day.
It got us through the tough times.
It helped us laugh at life.
It caught beautiful butterflies and dreams.
It made us cry with happiness.
After he left, this man
Left the door
open to his world.
We can go in or out
Whenever we
please.
Some say he passed away.
They are wrong. He is still here.
His dream lives on.
And the magic he left
helps us get
through the day.
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