If you could return to the past to relive a part of your life, either to experience the wonderful bits again, or to do something over, which part of you life would you return to? Why?
Ages old, long ago, are past the time of today,
Yet, no more are they past as even near yesterday.
Spans of time, long and old rustle in history’s pages,
Read in tomes: tales of lore, that’s heard in long silent sages.
Ghosts they haunt the present and wail the moan of yore,
Crying for times gone-by, of days and years before.
Would you dare live again in that which has now faded?
Would you dare test again that which is done and fated?
The past is a mocker and it scolds us, one and all;
Making us feel we have power to walk its lone hall.
But none who pass through those walls, come out alive again,
They forever trace their steps in days that once have been.