Forever.

There’s something nice. About the thought. That I have forever. That I’m never going to run out of time. Therefore, there’s no reason. To hurry.  I’m allowed to take life slow and easy. To waste time. Because I have an eternity. To dabble.  Sure. Maybe this forever stuff is pretense.  Fabrication. But it does no harm. Thinking. The way I want life to be. And so. I am blessed. With a fertile and vivid imagination. Little wonder. I’m a writer. Able to create stories. Scenarios. That keep me alive. Forever. --Jim Broede