I disappear for months on end......just my life but I always come back!
Peter pan take my hand and fly me off to Never land
Way up high where the lost boys play and adult rules have no say
Imagination is the key to unlock a life that's full of glee
Wendy and I best friends we will be with a future that is totally happy and free
Pesky old hook doesn't scare me one tick from the croc and soon he will flee
I'd fit right in even tink would agree as we race through the sky like we're in the Grand Prix
But Pan never comes even though the windows ajar or how many times I wish on that star
A child he would take but an adult he wont as a rule children believe but grown ups don't
One last chance at freedom, no mistakes to be made, no laws to follow or grown up duties to evade
Well I believe and a child I would be. . . . Wendy and Tink, Pan and me
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Author:
Jooles (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When you just don't want to Adult anymore
- Category: Fantasy
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Hit the nail on the head Jooles. Would love to just play Hooky from responsibilities sometimes! Ha Ha pun intended. 🙂
Lol I know
...5 min of being a kid again
Perfectly understandable. The inner child wants to play. Peter Pan is a great example.
Thank you
Very good write, if only?
Lol I know
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