February 2026

January 2026

Old by Sally Asmundson

             Old

I don't want to grow old.

I want to die suddenly,

while still in my prime.

Oh fool am I, I'm just afraid 

Yes, afraid 

Afraid of the old no one listens 

no one to touch to hold 

can't pick up the suitcase remember where the keys are 

climb a mountain drive a car 

see the stars 

did you call today? OLD

                  WEAK.                        OLD

BOLD!

Will I find the courage to love me      
                 old?

BE BOLD!

😆😂😊😉🤔🥰🥳 This poem was written by Sally Asmundson around 1990. She read the poem in A Poetry Gathering on August 11, 2025