Dear old clock upon the wall,
could I please hit rewind?
To change mistakes, both large and small,
if only you’d be kind.
The past, it’s gone, has flown away.
Will it return to me?
In truth, it did not pause or stay.
It flew on out to sea.
If I could snatch you back again,
rewrite, redo, rethink.
The things I said that caused you pain,
if I could just re-ink.
I want to fix, redeem, indeed,
but steps now gone are weighed.
The time has flown at smashing speed
and leaves behind its shade.