Four short lines, one repeated wish: to get back what time has taken. The speaker opens with "To have once more" and returns to that idea at the end, so the whole poem feels like it is circling a single ache. What exactly was lost isn't spelled out. It might be opportunities, relationships, or simply a younger, more hopeful self, and that vagueness lets almost any reader step into the feeling.
The speaker seems wistful and a little weary. There is regret in the wish to "redo everything," and tenderness in wanting to "cherish the lost love ones just alittle bit longer." That small phrase, "just a little bit," suggests modest, humble hopes rather than grand demands. The last line is the most telling: what the speaker wants back most is "the strength for hope." Hope itself has run low. The mood is quiet, sad, and sincere, with a faint thread of yearning still holding on.