Magician -

Magician

He played his tricks in a trance

Around him crowds arrived and got lost

Shopped ate and strolled in the mall

And left without giving him a glance

On good days he would amaze kids

With his tricks

Though today he had drawn a blank

For a while he stared vacantly

At his empty tipping bowl

And started packing up

Deciding to call the day off

Absentmindedly playing with his deck of cards

He pulled out three random cards

Of course without playing his tricks

Was trying to test his luck

On a luckless day

Without looking he pushed them forward

At a few passersby

They applauded and smiled

Confused he turned the cards around

To see three aces in his hands

With a defeated look he laughed aloud

For he had pulled out aces

When the game was not on

Laughter turning to fury that traveled to the cards

They started burning in his hand

Baffled he threw them in his tipping bowl

Realising instantly he had tipped himself

With three aces that were ablaze

His bowl was now no longer empty

It was filled with soot and ash