Mary Hutchison
- Aug 12, 2021
- 1 min read

Bright White Lights

White desks and lots of windows to look out;

the New Kilpatrick hills in the distance.

Fresh young faces, full of hope for the future;

their whole life ahead of them-I remember feeling like that.

As the sun rises in the east, I wonder at its beauty,

and pause to enjoy the miracle of nature.

In the horizon, I see a new door opening,

as I prepare to sing my swan song.

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