Peter Pan Envy
I envy Peter Pan
He never get’s old as a man
He can fly back and forth to never-never land
To his lost boys a merry band
If I had Tinkerbelle’s fairy dust and could fly
I would go up and up into the sky
I would fly up to my wife who’s in heaven
And take her back to nineteen fifty-seven
The fifties were a great time in life
It was when I met my future wife
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What a wonderfully, heartbreaking poem! Stuck right to my heart.