Peter Pan Poem by Joseph Tanner

My mind is dead to all of this,
Old men trying to hit on me,
Like they have a chance.
I hope not to end up like that,
Trying my luck with the chickens,
Just to taste the white meat.
Scared to let go of youth,
Not wanting to grow old,
Like Peter Pan,
Staying at an age with youth.
Playing the scene, without a filthy looks.
Don’t want to end up like Captain hook,
Wanting what Peter had,
Only getting the tick tock tick tock of the clock.