I Am Not Old..

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.