If I had the power to turn back the clock,
Go back to the house at the end of the block,
The house that was home when I was a kid,
If I could be back there at my mother's knee,
And hear once again all the things she told me,
I'd listen as I never listened before,
For she knew so well just what life had in store.
And all the advice my dad used to give,
His voice I'll remember as long as I live,
But it didn't seem really important then.
What I'd give just to live all over again.
And what I'd give for the chance I once had,
To do so much more for my mother and dad,
To give them more joy and a little less pain,
But the years roll on and we cannot go back,
Whether we were born in a mansion or in a shack.
But we can start right now in the hour that's here,
To do something more for the ones we hold dear.
And since time in its flight is traveling fast,
Let's not spend it regretting that which is past,
But let's make tomorrow a happier day
By doing our "good to others" today.
~Author Unknown~
~Author Unknown~
I LOVE LOVE LOVE this poem, and am copying it! And it is SO true!! My favorite house is the first one. And I bet it's your favorite, too, since you put it first.
ReplyDeleteIt always makes me feel so good that you enjoy what I share Ginny. Thank you! And yes, that first house is my favorite as I love the old stonework.
DeleteSome of those houses remind me of the house I grew up in. What a lovely sentiment, that if we could go back we would do things differently and appreciate things more - but since we can't we should work on making tomorrow a life without regrets.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jen, so glad you enjoyed.
DeleteGreat house photos to go along with the poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks Red!
DeleteOuch. Truth.
ReplyDeleteAnd something to remember.
Yes indeed.
DeleteLovely poem and what great houses.
ReplyDeleteThank you LadyFi.
DeleteMy Mother was cruel, my Dad my salvation, it was through my Dad that I learned how to love.
ReplyDeleteHow sad for you Valerie but am thankful you had your Dad.
DeleteI love this beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteMe too Sandi.
Deletebeautiful old homes and the poem is to..
ReplyDeleteThank you Sandra :)
DeleteHello, what a lovely poem. Nice collection of beautiful homes. Happy Thursday, enjoy your day!
ReplyDeleteThank you Eileen and the same to you :)
DeleteBeautiful homes!
ReplyDeleteI thought so too.
DeleteLovely words!
ReplyDeleteI liked them a lot Christine.
DeleteHi Denise,
ReplyDeleteSome beautiful houses and wonderful words, and oh how true.
Its always sad when you loose your parents as that source of history of the family is gone.
All the best, John
I have said that many times John, that I wish I had asked more questions of my parents when I was young. But I feel thankful of the stories they told me and I treasure them.
DeleteI was reminded of an old saying, “Youth is wasted on the young.” But it’s true, all we can do is behave today the way we would have had we not taken the words of our parents for granted.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully put Penelope.
DeleteBeautiful words and I just wonder how much I would want to change if I went back in time. Very little I think, I have had an interesting life with no real regrets. Have a good weekend, Diane
ReplyDeleteHi Diane, thank you I am glad you enjoyed this post. And that's wonderful, I don't have any regrets either. Hope your day is a great one :)
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