I am not old . . . I am the fullness of existing

I am not old
I am rare
I am the standing ovation
At the end of a play
I am the retrospective
Of my life as art
I am the hours
Connected like dots
Into good sense

I am the fullness of existing

You think I’m waiting to die..
But I’m waiting to be found
I am a treasure.
I am a map.
And these wrinkles
Are the imprint of my journey
Ask me anything

“I Am Not Old”

~ Samantha Reynolds

 

 

 

 

artist ~ RC Gorman
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