The old man wrestled for days with the notion of a bridge in time.
Was he fooling himself it might be better on the other side?
After all, he had lived a long time, seen a lot of stuff,
His children were grown and living their own lives
Would they miss him?
More importantly, he reasoned he would miss them.
Time he knew marched on whether or not you wanted it too.
Each year the number beside his name grew larger
He wasn’t the once fit and able man he was in his youth
He moved slower and yet time sped up.
He thought about where it was he sat
Did he want to move forward?
Was keeping abreast of things in a rapidly changing world
Where technology had long left him behind
A world where he thought he might be welcomed
He’d given up long ago understanding what it was that was happening,
Around him, life and his environment was changing
He was floundering within it and the prospect of tomorrow
Tended more to frighten him than excite him.
The old man had spent days grappling with the dilemma
But finally took a step forward,
Knowing he was stepping out of his comfort zone.