No need to count the tomorrows.

Tell me, my fellow octogenarians, how is one supposed to feel? When reaching the ripe age of 80. Of course, I'd like to feel better.  Physically. And mentally. More like in my younger days. Rambunctious. Able to burn both ends of the candle. Maybe it's meant that I slow down. Slacken my pace of living. But come to think of it. I still have the option. To make the most of each day.  By taking life one day at a time. By not getting ahead of myself. No need to count the tomorrows. As long as I'm fully immersed in living today. --Jim Broede