Our Time Machine Poem by Walter C. Edwards

Oh how I wish I had a time machine,
how different things might be,
you could been by my side,
all these years that have past,
love and children,
just next to you every day,
babies could have been on there way,
little pitter pats,
with so much love making,
and Spousal spats,
will only turn our lives to gods wipers
gray hairs would of followed grandchildren,
the joys we could have had in our older days,
but they have seemed now to have faded away.