Peter Pan Poem
When I was a child, I spoke like a child.
I thought like a child, and I acted like a child.
But when I became a man………..
I clutched my immaturity to my chest with both hands,
refusing to let that boy die under the demands of a mature job title or young dependents.
I will make someone force feed me maturity through my tightly sealed lips,
While displaying my immaturity like a badge of honor.
Just as the tides continue to change, and the sun continues to rise,
I too will continue to laugh anytime someone poots.
It is one of the constants in life that I depend on.
My immaturity will leave me only if it is pulled from my cold, dead hands…..
Will someone please pull my finger?
