All the days in our lives,
Stretch out at first, then shrink,
Behind us, gone.
No rewind button for life,
No voicemail recording our every word.
Gone, long ago, barely remembered. ..
What day would I go back to?
To hear parents voices again, and tell them
How much I loved them?
Or the first day at school, tell myself not to be so shy?
Trying to make perfume from rose petals as a child
Or older, wiser, learning to drive.
Time travel is a one way street, into the future.
If I could go back I would be pleased to meet you again.
Maybe visit a few less railways,
And see the sea a few more times.
Go back to holidays in Devon.
If I could go back I would say,
Don’t take that awful job,
Stay safe and well.
Don’t waste your life for a pay packet,
Let’s live and love.
Mallaband-Brown 