Like Peter Pan
	I tried
	Not to grow,
	Not to leave
	The fun and games
	Forever past.
	But at last
	Life caught me up;
	I forgot
	How to laugh,
	How to fly,
	How to hold
	Laughter
	In my upcurved
	Hands.
	I found
	No Wendy,
	No Tinker Bell,
	Not even
	A Captain Hook
	Fixed upon
	My elimination.
	All my happy
	Thoughts
	Abandoned me,
	And I came
	To ground
	Ne'er to fly again.
	But sometimes
	I still look up
	And see the clouds
	And wonder,
	For a moment,
	If I will ever see
	Neverland again.

12/15/94

© Fred O'Bryant. All rights reserved.

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