Peter Pan Never Knew

Peter Pan did not know

His lost boys would never grow

 

The eternal boy could never think

On why his lads were on the brink

 

Glimpses caught, now and then

In the faces of boys with minds of men

 

The routine, the cycle, the daily grinds

The never-death decaying their minds

 

The light of tink turning to shade

The star on the left starting to fade

 

But Peter Pan never knew

Until he felt the knife go through

 

Upon impending death, he knew the cost

His boys, now men, no longer lost

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[sette]

i like the variation to peter pan very well written