~~ a Sonnet ~~
~~ by tkbrown
All of us are 'old souls' at heart--sometimes --when we tire of tuning out mem'ry chimes from days gone by when hearts and souls were young with dreams where 'old souls' upon hopes were hung. Our drift in night mist yields fleeting coup d'oeil. Fetching rumination: "What is the deal?" These souls--now old--wafting solo concept of youthful observance fleetingly kept.
Just when we think we have accepted age, up canters a grandchild--modern-day sage-- strumming and singing on our private stage; reviving mem'ries from 'young souls' of yore as magical wings proffer buoyant core envisioning dreams, aspirations soar.
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