Poetry

The Pride Before, 10 (223.)

If time travel was possible,
I could go back
to see those good memories for real again.
Rewind the tape and put me in it,
I’d like a chance to bear it and grin.
Much to my chagrin, I
let the sands float in the glass
until the right time is up.

Until the right time is up,
let the sands float in the glass.
Much to my chagrin I,
I’d like a chance to bear it and grin.
Rewind the tape and put me in it
to see those good memories for real again.
I could go back,
if time travel was possible.

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