I live. For another day. Blessed.

I want to be. To be able to thrive. In my own way. To be free. To choose my course. Without arbitrary rules. Imposed by politicians. Natural born dictators. Controllers. Manipulators. To achieve that. I’ve had to steer off the beaten tracks. And hide. Going underground. To find comrades. Friends. Fortunately, two enchanting true loves. Over the course of a wonderful lifetime. Knowing there’s always. More happiness. Coming. Knowing, too. I’ve avoided. Or coped. With the perils. Maybe by mere chance. A sign. That I live. For another and another and another day. Blessed. –Jim Broede