If only to wind back time through the years,
To forget about this moment,
These worries, these fears,
An escape route back through the past,
Life appeared to be much simpler then,
A safety net from, What's next? Or Who knows when?
But sadly my fears must be faced,
The present for the moment, is my one and only place.
Who knows what life may bring?
Maybe better times will be here by the Spring?
The future is a mystery, in its own strange way,
Time to take each moment, day by day.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem