Self-respect Is Nothing To Hide Behind. When

Wrinkles Here And There Seem Unimportant Compared To The Gestalt Of The Whole Person I Have Become In This Past Year.

It Is, I Assume, Quite Easy To Wither Into Old Age, And Hard To Grow Into It.

For Me The Moral Dilemma This Past Year Has Been How To Make Peace With The Unacceptable.

Am I Too Old, Perhaps, Ever To Take In Another's Life To Share With Mine On A Permanent Basis? If So, I Must Make Do With What I Have... And What I Have Is A Great Richness Of Friends And A Positively Ardent Love Of Nature. Not Nothing!

A Poet Never Feels Useful.