On being an old soul
It is difficult to be an old soul
Within this world of ours
I’ve only known a few
Who understand its powers
It is easy to see the grand mistakes
Others will take on
It is imperative we let them be
And let them carry on
For it is within each soul’s contract
To decide the path in which their life will take
We must not dissuade them from their destiny
For if we do, it may change their fate.
Mary Carol Ann Like
Copyright June 2014
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
The path was dark, I walked alone
At times I stumbled to the ground
Though my journey was long and hard
It was impossible to turn around
Of the many paths I could have walked
The one I chose looked clear and bright
The trail was green the air was pure
Oh that I knew, it was devoid of light
At times it seemed the sun came through
And whispered, "You have found the way"
At other times an eerie moon
Eclipsed with black the light of day
Thorns and limbs revealed themselves
I chose to leave its dark deceit
The new path I forged through the brush
Drew blood from skin and tore my feet
Oh what a brilliant choice I made
For a friend was there to help me see
The path I followed blindly at first
Was just not the right one for me
Now the path is clear and bright
I no longer walk it all alone
Along the way I found myself
And finally have made it home
Mary Carol Ann Like
Copyright July 2006
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC