I like to spend time with old souls, you see,
They don’t have a future, it’s true as can be,
But they’ve mastered the art of just being, like the sea.
In their presence, I find stories of days long past,
Whispers of history that will forever last.
They’ve faced sorrows, trials, and fears,
Yet their smiles echo joy, wisdom, and years.
In their laughter, I hear the echoes of time,
Lessons in every wrinkle, every line,
They’ve danced in the sunlight, weathered the storm,
Their hearts full of memories, soft and warm.
They’ve seen countless sunsets, watched stars fill the night,
Grasped the true meaning of darkness and light.
No rush for tomorrow, no worry for when,
They’ve found peace in this moment, in now, and again.
In their presence, Past meets the present.
