We don’t believe in leprechauns anymore,
And that is sad for them.
We all need to be believed in.
No one to bother them as they ply their trade,
Cobbling their shoes for fairies’ feet.
But every once in a while,
I bet they look over their shoulder,
Thinking that they heard a person,
Creeping, sneaking up to catch them,
And demand their treasure.
After a moment,
The feeling passes.
They let out a mournful sigh,
Continuing their lonely work,
Undesired and unloved.
We don’t believe in leprechauns anymore,
And that is sad for us.
We all need something magical to believe in.
Instead, we Google our magic away,
Replacing hope and desire,
With meaningless symbols,
On lighted screens.
We have leprechauns dancing
On our souvenir shot glasses,
Which we fill to forget,
The magic we once believed in.
Was there a time
When we ventured
Into the dark forest alone
To capture the elusive sprite
And bring back the pot of gold
To our unbelieving parents?
There must have been a time
When the world was full of enchantments.
And every tree, and every leaf, and every stone
Was filled with wonder,
Waiting to be picked up
And studied as they slowly reveal
Their mysteries to us.
We don’t believe in leprechauns anymore,
And that is sad, so sad.
Without these lessons in
Faith and Hope and Desire,
Is it possible to truly love?
oxrider 