Old Souls
Old souls know about money,
and run from it more than the rest
They’ve witnessed the toll it exacts,
they’ve witnessed the joy it rejects
An old soul lives on a shoestring,
tied to something that money can’t buy
An old soul is not bought so cheaply
—as that new soul that’s never flown high
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
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