Old At Heart

By Marcella Leff

I am an old soul.

I do not need to be told,

for I walk my solitary ways

and cannot be swayed.

It’s not being stubborn.

There are social rules that govern

of peers that make friends

of which I cannot depend.

I’ve been mature since birth,

searching for grown-ups on earth,

more in common with them.

Among adults I am a rare gem.

My own age group I avoid,

celebrity gossip I never enjoyed.

Antisocial was what I was called,

never engaged in their urban sprawl.

Others see me as aloof and cold.

It’s just that I’m so old.

I see things with a bird’s eye view,

taking in all the cues.

For I am old in mind.

The wisdom carried from all time.

I am old in heart,

for lessons learned I impart.

I see the forest and each tree,

the make- up of men to be free,

from trappings of modern decay,

useless things easily thrown away.

I am serene,

others could only gleam.

The watchful patience I hold,

while waiting for events to unfold.

Love and peace are all we need,

not bogged down by all the greed,

making more money for things,

and paying for them must sting.

We live only a moment in time,

our lives we each define,

but I was always old

“Old at heart” is what I’ve been told.

By Marcella Leff