Summer 1980 …

There were times

this past year

when light crept in.

I've seen things done, realistically.

Sleeping in my rooms

words filled pages and put off

was that need for recognition.

Moving on my own towards self"

finding an old smile in mirrors.

Seeing the why of things acquired.

Knowing time without watches.

Feeling the sun on my back.

Knowing other people exist.

Accepting the validity of differences

Loving to give to one who gives back.

Being happy with my self.

It's been a very good year

Good bye, 1980.