Peter Pan Comes Visiting

Peter Pan Comes Visiting I know Peter well. He comes over from time to time; Entertains my children far better than I do - They love to see him, pine for his wild laugh In the gap times between visits. Known him since Kindergarten, Then as now a golden-haired Forever Boy Whose ice blue eyes always seemed 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 joy, 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, to remind me That sometime soon the 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.