Old Soul Speaking To Young Soul
Silly orange Chinese dragon lights the sky up with excitement.
Only the oldest souls can see him; I am one of them, so I wave.
He is doing flips and tricks, showing off for no worthwhile reason.
Why does he act like that? I ask my mother with disgust.
Forgetting she has a young soul and does not see him at all.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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