Enough to keep me happy.

I am getting older. A day older than yesterday. A week older than last week. But I’m trying to not let that bother me. Instead, it fortifies my belief. That I’m a survivor. Having lasted for a relatively long time. Forever. My forever, at least. Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow.  Really. I can’t ask for more than that. It’s enough to keep me happy. –Jim Broede