Wishful Thinking #BarAThon



I wish that I was young once more
With lots of time ahead,
I wish I’d opened every door
With joy instead of dread,
I wish that I had been more bold
Instead of being shy,
I wish I’d realized time is gold
And how the time does fly,

All this wishful thinking, doesn’t help at all
The past is done and can’t be changed,
Like the writing on the wall,
All I can do is be in the moment,
It’s here and then it’s gone
It’s wishful thinking to turn back time,
Like a battle that can’t be won.

I am participating in the Blog-a-rhythm Blogathon, a  7 day blogging festival. 
I am with Team #BlueLagoon
Day 6 prompt is Wishful Thinking

Comments

  1. RajlakshmiAugust 6, 2016 at 4:35 AM

    oh to be young and carefree again! We might have to wait for a time-machine for that wish to be true :) Beautiful poem Cat.

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  2. SuzyAugust 6, 2016 at 5:07 AM

    If only we could go back in time and relive those moments - with a few tweaks and changes.

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  3. sulekkhaAugust 6, 2016 at 6:33 AM

    True that. The best way to live is to enjoy every moment. Lovely post.

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  4. Shilpa GupteAugust 6, 2016 at 6:49 AM

    Oh, your words are going to teach us a lesson, Cat. At least, I learnt a lot from this poem of yours. And, I hope to do my best! Thank you! <3

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  5. Battered HopeAugust 6, 2016 at 7:21 AM

    My sentiments exactly!

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