Young Lady/Old Soul Poem by Charles Hancock

There is a young lady with a old soul
Her virtues are something to extol
She'll smile and give you a wink
Even when the gab really does stink

She tries to have fun and be jolly
But she just can't be part of folly
Sits up at night with a tear stained face
Wondering if she'll ever find her place

The outside world will never measure up
With biased people running amuck
Something she just can't understand
Why they often have the upper hand

Midnight panic attacks spark odd thoughts
She won't go though life casting lots
Admiring Sweeney Todd's barber pole
She's now willing to pay the ferryman's toll

Hell-bent on grabbing life by the balls
And smash all glass ceilings, doors, and walls
To be in her world, you'll have to comply
With her ways, otherwise just say goodbye