Found Neverland

Children’s fiction
always appealed to me
cos’ aren’t we all kids inside,
looking for a place to hide
from all those seekers
who swoop down on us
with their world-weary ways...?

The old fogeys have surely
forgotten the good ol’ days
of make-believe.

Rooted in
hesitant reality,
day in, day out
they relive
the same banality.

I was one of ‘em too,
until J. M. Barrie
urged me to fly.

Shackled to
maturity,
I wouldn’t dare try.

But Barrie
urged me on
just as he did Peter
that perfect faith
is to have wings.

Taken in
by his metaphoric slings;
I leaped
and lost myself
in a relapse.

A release
you grown-ups
won’t grasp.