TURN BACK THE TIME

I wish
I could turn back time
When time was never time
It was just an abstract idea
A sequence of how things came to be.
When my world was young
Time was the present
One can spend it in any way---
Staring up the blue skies
up where the wings soar;
Listening to the tapping drops,
or going out and basking in the rain;
Running round and round and round
Till your head hurts with giddying laughter.
But now it has come to me
Time, really was a precious jewel
Even if the world stand still
It would always keep on ticking
Counting for me...
The time that would never be mine.

- October 18, 1997 5:50 p.m. -
(poem I entered in www.poetry.com...yehey it went to the finals!)