If I Could Go Back

If I could go back to where it began,

To trace the steps of this wandering man,

I’d pause in the places I once passed by,

To savor the whispers of earth and sky.

I’d linger in moments I let slip away,

The soft golden hues of a fading day.

The laughter I lost, the touch I ignored,

The small, fleeting gifts that life once poured.

If I could go back, I’d rewrite the scenes,

Redraw the lines of forgotten dreams.

I’d cradle the words I left unsaid,

And offer them now to the living instead.

But time is a river, relentless and fast,

Flowing away with the echoes of past.

What’s left is this moment, fragile and true,

A chance to begin with a clearer view.

So, though I can’t walk those old roads anew,

I’ll honor their lessons in all that I do.

For life moves forward, but whispers remind,

The past is a teacher, not one to rewind.