Never In Spring ✓

fifth: to grow up

I read a thousand books when I was young.

You played your games, crashing tennis balls into windows.

Remorseless, we'd battle for our sides evermore.

I never understood your quirks, but our love was easy and simple.

As I grow older with wisdom, I watch your dismay

Shutting yourself away in your teenage glory days.

Peter Pan, will you leave your forests of gloom

And come to me at last?

Will you abandon your quests and tests of courage,

For a quieter life among the stars?