Quote for the Week

Since tomorrow is my birthday, this poem seems an appropriate post:

I am not Old

by Samantha Reynold

I am not old, she said.

I am rare.

I am the standing ovation

At the end of the 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 am waiting to die...

But I am waiting to be found.

I am a treasure

I am a map,

And these wrinkles are

Imprints of my journey.

Ask me anything.