I SAW an older soul today — by grace
a withered hand across the face
and lines that told stories of chance
And in the eye of the ancient one
a glimmer of youth betrayed such age
the soul is ageless beyond congeniality
Must we all be dead before we’re born
As pity holds no truth against reality
We sour in youth and sweeten with time
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