This quote is by Shel Silverstein from his book of poems and drawings “Where the Sidewalk Ends.”
I feel a special kinship with Shel as the similarities between our lives are remarkable; almost unfathomable. We both were born in Chicago; are males, went bald; the months of our birth both end in “…ember” (September and December); He is buried at Westlawn Cemetery in Norridge, Illinois, which covers 72 acres (confirmed in Wikipedia) and I am 72 years old (ok, that’s a bit of a stretch); but most eerie of all is that I also had to make all the magic I have known…with only one notable exception: someone else made my signature magic trick of pulling a quarter out your ear. But I did figure out how to do it on my own and just last year!