Old Soul
In the heart of the city’s unending hum,
Lived an old soul, where wisdom comes from.
His eyes, a library of ancient tales,
His spirit, a ship with timeless sails.
He spoke in whispers of the wind’s embrace,
And walked with the stars in cosmic space.
His laughter, a melody from days of yore,
His silence, a key to the universe’s door.
An old soul, dancing in the modern rush,
Finding beauty in the twilight’s hush.
His words, a bridge across the ages,
His life, a book with endless pages.
He sees the world in a different light,
For every wrong holds the promise for a right.
An old soul, with love as his guide,
In his presence, hearts open wide.
So let us cherish the old souls we meet,
For in their stories, life is bittersweet.
And in their essence, we see our reflection,
A shared journey to the same destination.
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