Just One More Chance

Ever want to be young again with the mind and heart you have now?

I pour a cup of borrowed time

into the hour glass.

Once I gulped from an ocean

but now I sip from the pond.

Too many concentric rings

and the banks got wet.

Too many pilgrims

and not enough sandals.

Where did the sand go?

Somewhere is a beach

filled with the granular

memories of what has been.

I push against the tide

wanting to go back,

to know what I know

and to live again.

I need a  do-over.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Mike this is simply brilliant writting, you took me into various shades of moments, memories and times....
Thank you for posting

[Mark]

Thanks A. I"m glad you liked ;)

[Leighton]

Beautiful imagery, great metaphor, loved it.

[Mark]

Thank you for stopping by :)

[redflutterby]

Sigh...a do over. Would we take it if we could? Thats the age old question. What if anything would we relive or redo? Hmm.... not sure if I can say I would. Enjoyed this one...makes you think.

[Mark]

I would take it. LOL thanks for reading :)