Neverland

A poem about losing the innocence of our childhood.

 

Second star to the right

And straight on till morning

Our childhood leaves us

Without any warning

 

And soon we are grown up

With a job and a home

And in someway or another

We feel all alone

 

We miss the bygone days of old,

Of making joy from mundane

When someone would tickle us

And turn laughter to pain

 

And now we’ve no joy

Instead we’re appalled

To see a child running naked

With no shame at all

 

We cover them up

And maybe give them a whack

All the while they’re wondering

“Why can’t I do that?”

 

“What’s wrong feeling freedom?”

“And just what’s so wrong

About belting out proudly

Our favoritest song?”

 

What killed our innocence?

Who brought us this shame?

I’m sorry to say, my friend

But we’ve ourselves to blame.