I wonder, will I ever really know that I am old?

 

As I gather parchment skin,

between finger and thumb,

I wonder,

did I ever really know

that I was young?

As I dance and seize the day,

my eyelids painted gold,

I wonder,

will I ever really know

that I am old?

Donna Ashworth

Art by Jonas Peterson

My new book ‘wild Hope’ is available to pre-order