Into the Eyes of An Old Soul

I look upon the face of the wise

Ones who have walked this earth much longer than I

Where most people see the smiles, love, and peace

I see… pain, sorrow, and regret that will never cease

They know the clock is coming to an end

But all they wish is to go back where it all begins

Back to when they could fall asleep without a worry

Back to when they weren’t in a fury

With the ones they held so dearly

Oh now how things are seen so clearly

Through the eyes of the old and weary

Bridges have burned and hearts have shattered...

They wish at least to be able to give their loved ones

A kiss on the cheek before their time stops running

So they wait, with hope that one day

They will get a visit or a call

Finally, a way to right all of their wrongs

But that day they’ll never see because it never comes

The ones they love have now moved on

To weak and exhausted to even cry

They silently die

Never being able to say any good-bye

Their loved ones now wish they would have come and said hi

At the funeral service they mention

How at peace the old soul was before the last hour

They shower the elderly with great words of love

But they didn’t know how hurt this ancient one really was

So soon they move on, just as before

But the past one’s sorrow is sadly still as before

Only now....buried with them, forever more

 
This poem is about: 
My family
My community

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