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Merry Old Soul
The old soul isn’t the same of King Cole’s
The old soul is the growing indifference
Past obediences turn to resistance
Which the merry old soul never shows
The old soul is a room of the old sorrows
A portrait gallery of the passed away
The old soul is a candle that burns night and day
The old soul doesn’t speak of tomorrows
But the thing is that nobody really cares
So does the old soul in its turn
It’s a parallel world of nobody’s concern
You won’t notice when you will get there.
Copyright ©
Gregory Colodub
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