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An Ancient Soul

I’m sixty next year,
“A Senior” they say.
That can’t be right,
It’s just another day.

I’m an ancient soul,
On an eternal time line.
So the title ‘Senior,
Really isn’t mine.

Age is a number,
We all know that’s true.
But what really matters,
Is the good that we do.

So don’t call me ‘Senior,’
Don’t call me ‘Old.’
I’m an ‘Ancient’ Soul,’
Consider yourself told!


From: Love, Loss, Life, Laughter