Peter Pan Comes Visiting

Peter Pan Comes Visiting How well I know Peter. He comes over now and then; Entertains my children far better than I They love to see him, pine for his wild laugh In the gap times between visits. Known him since Kindergarden, Then as now a golden-haired Forever Boy Eyes of ice blue always seeming to be looking Into some babe fresh world nobody else could see. When the children have crashed into bed, Worn to exhaustion from excess of joys, We sit and trade lies, pretending It's Never Too Late; Lots of Time to Grow Up Ignoring the steady disappearance of his golden locks As my own shine silver. He's eluded the adulthood that's claimed us all But knows it steals upon him yet, A little closer every year The tread of time relentless As the turning of this little Earth. A favorite friend is becoming A strange fear that grows and grows, Every day the kids get a little heavier, reminding me That sometime soon this last Lost Boy Will fly to my door one last time On a carrion wind And stand there, all out of Happy Thoughts And beg me to take him in.