Sunday 17 March 2013


 Life

At the end of your life everything is supposed
To flash before your eyes - forwards.
Would backwards make any difference?
Suppose you could rewind your existence
Back to the point where it all went wrong
And edit out the disastrous bits like in a home movie
It might make more sense backwards.

'CUT!' You would shout,
Intervening at that crucial point
I could have made some changes there!
And prevented years of misery that followed.

To untangle a lifetime of negativity
As if it were some badly knitted pullover,
becoming an unblemished ball of wool again.
Then knit it up into something more useful.

Ink removed from register,flowing back into pen,
Golden band of servitude torn from finger
And white rolls reversing to the parental home
Where you would have remained in bed, that fateful day.

But the past is too complex,time is a continuum,
One event affecting all those to come
Life is too interwoven
to unwind like some misshapen jumper
Unravelling it isn't possible
Even going back to pick up dropped stitches is difficult.
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