Time, again, to inventory light.
Name the things in our lives that are bright.
Not the light at the ends of tunnels.
But, the light that every age funnels…
Into us, onto to us & colors our joy.
Those giddy feelings; boy meeting boy.
For, living provides us plenty bad.
So, we latch on to each happy fad.
Whatever helps us believe in hope…
&, that we’ve more light than dark; to cope.

