Old Soul

Old and wise
Has loved and lost
To help he tries
Any, at any cost

Old and wise
Still needs love
Searches the skies
Carried on the wings of the dove

Old and wise
Slow yet strong
Got there from lies and whys
And all the times spent wrong

Old and wise
Often misunderstood
Achievements those criticize
Thus ignoring his good

Old and wise
Never cries
Through lows and highs
And mornings, continues to rise

Until the day he dies…

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