Wishing Time Could Be Gone Through Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to a quiet waltz as it takes us dancing into past
memories filled with pleasure and pain, wishing time could
be gone through like pages of a book to be read.

Alas, memories are intangible, as is time, traveling at
light speed into the future, not ever caring what we want
from it's depths.

So we settle back, close our eyes and remember the love
and good times we used to have, a tender tear of reminis-
cence slowly rolling down our cheek as a reminder of what
used to be.