A Time Machine? Poem by Emma Lee
A Time Machine?
i hear the faint sounds of the rain pit patter to the ground,
the sound of small girls giggling on the playground.
I hear the sounds of young ladies passing notes during jr high
if i could go back in my life,
i know what i would change
but i cant
because we dont have a time machine
and even if we did, would we really wanna use it?
would we REALLY wanna go change everything?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 12:15:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
thats a good point; would we really want to change our past. made me think. thanks, good poem.