You know, there are these dreary days,

When a melancholic mood holds me in its sway,

Probably something we get as we age, hey?

In this twilight hours, we forget tomorrow,

And look back at the days, weeks, and years of long ago.

Look back,  and utter a flat, “Oh.”

Oh, all those things I could’ve done better or changed.

The walls I could have torn down, a few more broken chains,

Little and big things, everywhere, we wish we could change.

If only there was a life remote, press rewind,

Go back, and then our history rewrite.

Rewind and rewrite, our actions of those fateful days and nights.


Story behind the poem:

Don’t you ever just wish you could rewind and rewrite? lol. Yeah. Me too. 😀



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