Ode to J.M. Barrie and His Lost Boys
still sleeping
in your own story
isolated from the real world
you see what isn't there
make things out to be more than they are
filled with belief
hopes and wishes
you know you see potential
no limits or dashing dreams against rocks
in the raging seas
and rip tides of society--
don't let children drown
or take away their imagination
make them stay young forever
because you see the beauty in youth
since you lost yours too soon
for your mother's sake
who favored your brother
unloved yourself
you lavish your love upon these boys
who indulge you
you raised them to believe
in your own world
but James,
what about when they grow up?
