Old Again by Sally Asmundson

                Old Again

I didn't die while still in my prime 

Here I am at 80, still alive and

proud to be old 

I'm still afraid of all the things I feared at 50

          But

I am still listened to and if I don't have someone to hold today 

it's not because of age and loss 

I can still pick up the suitcase, remember where the keys are climb, drive a car see,

even slowly climb a mountain, see the stars 

learn new things, make new friends 

         Yes

You did call today and while I'm OLD I'm not yet weak 

Even stronger in some ways 

I am BOLD and learning to love myself more everyday    
         ALIVE, AWARE, ENGAGED, READY!

🙂‍↔️😁🥳😌🤓😆🤗😉🤪 This poem was written as a companion to the poem Old, 30 years later, on December 20, 2020.  This poem was read by Sally Asmundson at A Poetry Gathering.