Jeremy often would daydream
Of going back in a time machine
Young widower, who'd lost his wife
Would wish to bring her back to life.
One day at work, in lunch-hour haste,
He dropped his watch, ruining its face.
The hands were stopped at 12 high noon
Time to return to work, and soon!
Next day, what a surprise in store!
He found it was the day before!
And time moved backward, day-by-day,
'Til he was with his precious Rae.
Content to gaze in Rachel's eyes
And listen to his darling's sighs.
As time receded, every day,
He knew he'd lose beloved Rae
Go back to when his life was cruel
And boys made fun of him at school
His drunken father smacked his face
And he relived his past disgrace.
Oh, how he wished he could return
To his old life, for which he yearned.
be glad all daydreams don't come true
They could become a curse to you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem