Grow Old Along With Me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Do not regret the passing of the seasons, for they proclaim the reason for the changing contours of our lives. It is the passage of time that brings luster and brilliance to long forgotten and abandoned memories of childhood wonders, youthful indiscretions, and the blossoming of senses and sensibilities.

GROW OLD ALONG WITH ME

By Al Garcia

Do not regret the passing of the seasons, for they proclaim the reason for the changing contours of our lives.  It is the passage of time that brings luster and brilliance to long forgotten and abandoned memories of childhood wonders, youthful indiscretions, and the blossoming of senses and sensibilities. 

Come hold my hand and walk with me as the winds of time, like sand on an ocean beach, erodes the ebbing tides that bind and connect, and that eventually devours the dreams that sparked the mortal being that once was me. 

When once I dreamt of growing older but not old, I now dream of childish things and childish times.  I dream of times when I ran barefoot in the rain, and of times when I laid on a field of grass beneath the stars and gazed at the infinity of time.  And I felt a sense of oneness with the universe when I was young, naïve and full of dreams. 

And I remember well a voice within, when I was young, that beckoned and enticed my heart and soul.  It said to me, so clearly and so explicitly, “come, grow old along with me.” 

And in the seasons that have come and gone, I sometimes heard in the recesses of my mind, as the wind began to blow and the stars began to glow, the words I heard when I was young, “come, grow old along with me.”

And in the approaching season of my life, I see the hand of time outstretched to me.  Beckoning me to reach out and grasp the ties of time that will forever bind me and connect me to the wind and the stars and the brilliance of the infinity of time.

I finally see the face behind the words I heard when I was young, naïve and full of dreams – it was the face of time. 


Submitted: May 24, 2021

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