I wish I could stop the hands of time,
And go back to a by gone age.
When comic books were just a dime,
And Chubby Checker was all the rage.
So long ago in the distant past,
When I was just a child,
All American things were made to last,
And hoola hoops were still in style.
Have Gun Will Travel, was on t.v.
An English invasion had begun.
Hippies told us that love was free,
And Richard Kimble was on the run.
You could go outside, and still see stars,
City lights did not yet intrude.
There was no noise, or that many cars,
People were polite and never rude.
I wish I could stop the hands of time,
Jules Verne where are you sir?
Could you have stopped the inevitable chime,
And returned to the sixties in a blur?
4/29/11 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no one can stop the hands of time, not even God but you bring back all the nostalga we yearn for.