No Regrets

I could trade all my tomorrows

For just one yesterday

The first time I went on a holiday

Or may be, my first flight

My first day at high school

Oh wait; it could be my first crush

A lot of firsts,

A lot of memories

It all feels like a blur,

Yet crystal clear!

Younger, happier and carefree

No conventions, no restrictions

All that mattered was

A well fed stomach

And lots of time to play

I guess I am holding on to yesterday
Far, far too long.

And, as much as I say I don’t,

I want to do over

Just a little bit!