Peter Pan's Dream

I don't want to go grow up 

In fact I don't want to grow old

 

They tell you that youth is everything

They tell you that youth is the most precious of all things

But I know that my youth is an obstacle 

My youth is a lack of understanding 

My youth is an inside look into the person I have yet to become 

 

I want my wrinkles to write novels 

I want my age to fight wars 

I want my elderly apperance to teach kindness

I want others to view years as badages of honors, not scars to be hidden

 

Peter Pan wanted to close his eyes from the world 

Wendy wanted to ignore her problems

The Lost Boys held fear in their eyes for what was to come

I don't want to live in a dream but create my own

 

My years will not define my value, my actions will.

  

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741