The Old Soul
I sat in the park and saw and old soul,
It seemed wrong to me how he was treated so cold,
He seemed to looked for some attention from ANYONE,
Though they saw him they'd still just walk by,
The disappointment on his face could clearly be seen,
Watching this sad sight brought a tear to my eye,
So I went and sat with him hoping to make him smile,
He gleamed and beamed at the sight of me like a young child,
He told of his life from when he was young.
That people would always consult him whether with a chore or fun,
How when they were young he seemed like no great thing,
But as they grew older it was to him that they be gan to cling,
But in thier golden years at him do some curse,
They treat his presence as if it is the worst,
This hurts him so for he means no harm,
He only wanted thier company and not to cause alarm,
I sat and listened to this old soul speak so,
The longer I sat and listened the more to me he became known,
I got up to leave with a promise on my lips,
I told him that I would sit with him whenever he wished,
For as i now know spending a moment with him is no bother,
In fact it helps one and this I try and tell another,
For a moment or two with this old soul is something quite sublime,
This old soul i speak of it is of course time,
In our daily lives we see him less and less,
And struggle in our days as life can at time be a mess,
But if you do not stop to take time-off every so often from your daily life list,
You'll wake to find you aren't really alive anymore now you simply exists.
BY:Romuald (Romeo) Tchouante
