Old Souls Never Die
by Michael Doyle

One by one, I see life slide by,
Watching beautiful souls die.
I've learned to silently cry,
And understand, no one truly dies.

It is just another glimmer of beauty done,
As I say goodbye, one by one.
I know who I'll never see again,
So, I'll see you later, my dear friend.

Counting raindrops, instead of tears.
It's a loving monument to the passing years.
I'm in debt for your thoughts,
Priceless as these are, unable to be bought.

There's a remedy in life's soup.
The older I get, the more it's a loop.
So much of life is out of control.
I think to myself, sipping my human soul.

In the beauty of our youth,
We thought we lived by the truth.
It turns out, those were transient days.
My clandestine eyes have changed their ways.

Counting raindrops, instead of tears.
It's a loving monument to the passing years.
I'm in debt for your thoughts,
Priceless as these are, and unable to be bought.

The best of lives well lived in
Are those in which all ways are those forgiven.
We leave this harbor with our last breath.
Only the naked eye thinks of this as death.

She has set out to find her sun.
Smiling and pleased at what she's done.
Starting out from the middle of nowhere,
Now her soul shines on us from everywhere.

Counting raindrops, instead of tears.
It's a loving monument to the passing years.
I'm in debt for your thoughts,
Priceless as these are, and unable to be bought.

(c) February 17, 2026   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved