Trembling with anticipation,
I enter in the time machine;
Going back in precious time,
to be whom I had been.
...
This morning, at the window
as my train trundled on its way;
I gazed as life flashed past me,
another brand new day.
...
There's a quiet sense of silence,
There's a stillness everywhere;
A dark tranquility pervades,
the calmness in the air.
...
Aka Roann Mendriq)
The Time Machine
Trembling with anticipation,
I enter in the time machine;
Going back in precious time,
to be whom I had been.
And lo behold I reach an age,
where life is sweet and slow,
Where children converse face to face
taking their time to grow.
I meet a smiling, gentle lady,
and know that she's my Gran!
We sit and talk for many hours,
understanding God's wise plan.
And then I meet a playful child,
I see myself in her;
Its my Mum! she plays with me!
Just like the way things were.
What a truly wonderous age!
with time to stand and stare;
Time to gaze up at the skies,
Time for heartfelt prayer.
A voice within reminds me then,
My present will soon be past,
and my future will cherish it,
with reminisces unsurpassed.
I smile and know its time to leave...
the present beckons me;
I look ahead, not turning back,
the way it's meant to be.