The Web

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

Age is a state of mind. As we grow older we accept the aches and pains that come with age. We look at ourselves in the bathroom mirror and refuse to accept the undeniable truth. We grow old. We wither. We die. Yet time, the culprit behind the wrinkles and the crinkles, and the aches and the pains, continues on unblemished and serene. Time seduces and entices us. It promises possibilities and destinies that draws us into its deceitful web.

THE WEB

By Al Garcia

Age is a state of mind.  As we grow older, we accept the aches and pains that comes with age.  We look at ourselves in the bathroom mirror and refuse to accept the undeniable truth.  We grow old.  We wither.  We die.  Yet time, the culprit behind the wrinkles and the crinkles, and the aches and the pains, continues on unblemished and serene.  Time seduces and entices us.  It promises possibilities and destinies that draws us into its deceitful web.

We celebrate the passage of time by acknowledging the demise of our childhood, and then our youth.  We long for time to take us to that moment and that place where we are masters of our domain, a wishful occurrence that never appears.  We even try to hurry time along, thinking it will give us answers to the mysteries behind its moving hands.  And in the end, it only hastens the arrival of another malady in a list that only grows as time goes by. 

If age is only a state of mind, then time must be an illusion of our imagination.  If time is stationary, unmoving and static, then age must be the sound we hear when we see the movement of the clock’s hands and we hear the tick, tick, tick, like the beating of our heart. 

What would it be like to match the cadence of our lives with that of time?  If we could match the rhythm and modulate the tempo of our maturing predictability, maybe then we could begin to understand the meaning behind the ticking of the clock and the beating of our heart.  The clock keeps ticking.  Time evolves and dissolves into another day.  And we?  We age and watch the clock as it ticks way our life, not knowing if like time, we too will evolve, dissolve and reemerge into another day. 

If only I could stop the ticking of the clock, then age would truly be a state of mind, and I would be the kid I was before time caught me in its web. 


Submitted: June 15, 2021

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