Old Soul Poem by Smoky Hoss

He fits no category
Falling somewhere between
An old lost soul
And a seeker of dreams-
He's been lost in the dusty regrets
That living a life brings
And, he's been found while watching
The beauty of a sunset
Blazing as it sings-
He feels faded
Like the lonesome North Star
Crying on a cold, rainy night
His soul overcome with the realization
That he has yet to even once
Get it just right-
He ran away from home
When he was oh so young
Not hating his life
Just loving fun-
He spent all the money
In his small nation-sack
While taking a wrong turn at Albuquerque
Never coming back-
Some folks told him
No one wants to hear the words you say
But still, he believed
He'd find one who did
Some-fine-day-
He's seen the sunrise like shinning gold
And the moon knowingly wink
While clouds passing by
Whisper, it's all much truer
Than anyone thinks-
He's felt the breeze
Like a breath of love
And the kiss of a deep blue sky
Blown down, all around
A gift from above-
So he'll keep right on doing
Whatever it is that he does
All for the sake of finding
And feeling, the truth of love-
Every blessed thing he's ever written
Is still out there sailing
Here, there, somewhere
Riding the wind wild and free
Looking for that one soul who truly cares-