Stop. Wait. Rewind.

A man came across a clock one day with a familiar face,
The hands were dusty and uncovered by glass so he thought he'd slow down the pace.

He rewound the hands as the seconds flew by and the hours and minutes reversed,
He paused for a moment to look aside which was truly surprising at first.

But when he focused his eyes on the unclear, he was finally able to see,
A little boy who was no stranger to him, he gasped and said "Is that me?"

The man was surprised by the happiness and innocence of the young boy,
All the things his later life would somehow manage to destroy.

The man couldn't remember where or how it all went wrong,
But somehow it took a turn for the worst and he didn't know where he belong.

He thought of staying like this forever, so he couldn't make another mistake,
Never moving forward, so there were no regrets; no more choices to make.

But he thought to himself, there's no reason he still can't change,
To know happiness there must be sadness, it's his life he must rearrange.

So he wound the hands of the clock, until the dust reappeared,
He knew he'd never forget this day, his resolve was truly sincere.

Everyday that passed, he grew stronger and learned to live,
A miracle that only the dusty old clock could ever hope to give.

If ever a man were to ponder on the past, and this story come to mind,
They hope to find the dusty old clock, in hopes they could rewind.