Old Souls

We are born in circumstance
Ahead in many years.
At first we walk with those our age
But nixed we fit betwixt our peers.

In desperate hope we reach out to
Those older, stead to wise.
But solace feigns forthcoming,
Till an old soul’s by our side.

Rare begets a meeting
With another such as we.
But when by chance it happens
It’s as if our souls are free.

Not shall bonds be broken
When old souls may thus conjoin.
Infinity’s affinity
Traverses place and time.


Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2007 Rodney Alan Crater