Realism and/or Magical



Peter Pan was undoubtedly dreamed up
by adults. Who else could feel nostalgia
about childhood? Children don’t ponder
such things; they are too busy having fun.
They never wish to stay young; childhood is
boring. They long to be adults, with the
privileges they fancy adults have.
They long to stay up past their bedtimes, and
eat cake for dinner, and do whatever
they please all the time. Little do they know
growing up means mundane daily toil,
providing for ones family, having
responsibilities. So remaining
a child with no bedtime, endless play,
eating what one wants, and never aging
may sound perfect, but only to adults.


Written for Poetic Asides April poem-a-day challenge.




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