Time Machine
If someone gave me a time machine,
I’d rocket me backwards a decade or three.
I’ll trade my colors for sepia tones—
show me the world as it used to be.
I’d rocket me backwards a decade or three
when boys were gents and ladies were.
Show me the world as it used to be,
to see what I’ve come from, to know where to go.
When boys were gents and ladies were
beauty personified—how I wish
to see what I’ve come from to know where to go.
Surely history’s certainty repeats and repeats
beauty personified? How I wish
going back was an option.
Surely history’s certainty repeats and repeats,
if it was certain at all.
Going back was an option,
but I cannot go to stay.
If it was certain at all,
it would be certain now.
I cannot go to stay.
If a time machine could take me there,
It would be certain now.
I’m where I’m supposed to be.
If a time machine could take me where
it would be certain…Now
I’m where I’m supposed to be—
even if someone gave me a time machine.
Very nice poem
Lovely…and only in 20 minutes too.
amazing what a curfew can do for poetry!
I want a time machine so much I gave my character in my novel who is me a way to travel to other dimensions so he can go to ones that are behind this one… which is pretty much time travel.