Like a tape player on rewind,
I see it all clearly in my mind,
memories flash before aged eyes
of the things I lived before I die,
I see my children, small & frail,
acknowledge attempts that I 've failed
that I would have done differently,
in the life of another me
I remember first days at school
picnics at the swimming pool
all of those wonderful
memories
and others not so
pleasantly
I remember how love can hurt
of things that were far worse
All of this pain I pushed away
to remember another day
I hope if that day comes,
I can stand up & be the one
that is so convincingly
another version, another me