Old Soul Poem by dani fries

Old Soul



time has passed
they call me a old soul
i've lived many lives
passed though many times
my family has gone and died
yet im still alive
i dont understand
and dont know way
but i wish my would pass
and i could go and die
be with my family and friends
that have been shurly missed
but yet that will not be
i shall live for ever
and my, past will always hunt me

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
C. P. Sharma 28 August 2009

Poetry of the realized soul. Great depth @115 only, lol.... CP

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