Air-brushed Perfection

Poetics Aside Prompt: Write a 'wheel poem'

We cannot turn backward the wheel of time

To return to some coveted past

We cannot reverse its rhythm and rhyme

Of moments being cast

But if, peradventure by phantom power

Someone discovered that we could

Go back to starting life all over

…I don’t think that we would

Because even if we turned back time

And the present would disappear

A hill would still be a hill to climb

And a tear would remain a tear

The ‘known’ would become unknown's story

Progress and tradition would spar

Yes, the ‘good old days’ we have air-brushed to glory

Are perfect just where they are

© Janet Martin