wise old souls

wise old souls poem by steven james humphreys

wise old souls

know this world

inside out

it doesn’t belong to

them anymore

glad to turn the reigns

of the unruly horse

over to the young…

elders sit watching

the world

go by…

sun setting

moon rising

sun rising yet again

season after season

paging through

their books

of memories

in the library

of their minds

sleeping soundly

inside the dark bounty

of night


like the billions

of unseen

brave ones

in good company

masterfully carving the trail

walked deep by

their own shoes.


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