Lost in Neverland

I am not Peter Pan. I merely am

a lost, forgotten member of the gang

who hangs around while Peter steals the show.

While Peter flies and flirts with Tinkerbell

I stand alone, half-hidden in the back

behind the scenery and the other kids.

I’m here in Neverland to fill the scene,

a cardboard cutout would do just as well.

It isn’t that I’ve lost my marbles. No,

I’ve never had a memory to lose

or make. My job is just to hang around

pretending I am talking, listening,

and doing something, anything at all.

But there is nothing here for me to do

because I am not Peter. I’m not Pan.

 

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