I like the idea of being rare, I like it a lot.
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.
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by Samantha Reynolds
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So very like my own grandmother would always say.
Lovely!
😀
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I am glad you liked it 🙂 Nice to meet you
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You too!
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Reblogged this on barclaydave and commented:
Thoughts from a traveller just like us, too good to ignore. Please leave comments on the original post and not just here, thank you.
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Reblogged this on Because I can… and commented:
I really like this poem. So glad she shared this.
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I like the “I am the fullness of existing.” 😀
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What a wonderful attitude to have. It is full of confidence.
I love the words …
“I am waiting to be found.
I am a treasure.
I am a map”
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Why did I know you would like it? 🙂
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I am predictable 😉
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Not at all. Great minds think alike 🙂
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Well, I can’t but agree with you!
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Lovely lovely 😊
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Love the attitude in this poem. Nice job! 🙂
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I had a feeling you would. Maybe because we both are rare 🙂
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I don’t mind looking like a map but could it be as smooth as a lake between a couple of mountains?
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Looking for treasures I suppose 🙂
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