"You're an old soul."
they told me when I mused about not fitting in.
As I reflected in the parking lot, apple in hand, arms outstretched like airplane wings as I balance-beam walked on parking lines, I knew it was true.
But as the rain misted my face and I whispered hello to the trees, I knew I was also a young soul, a very young soul, and I wondered if the two were the same.
they told me when I mused about not fitting in.
As I reflected in the parking lot, apple in hand, arms outstretched like airplane wings as I balance-beam walked on parking lines, I knew it was true.
But as the rain misted my face and I whispered hello to the trees, I knew I was also a young soul, a very young soul, and I wondered if the two were the same.
I really like the way this is written...but I'm not sure that I would ever have pegged you as an old anything...
ReplyDeleteG.K. Chesterton once wrote, "It is true that I am of an older fashion; much that I love has been destroyed or sent into exile." I felt that applied to me for a long time.
ReplyDeleteAnd then I built a new home and a new life. Each year, I feel I become younger.
Perhaps some of us start old and have to learn to be children.