Perish the thought.

Don’t always know who I am. It’s hard to keep track. Because I’m in a constant state of evolution. Always becoming a slightly different me. Which is a good thing. In my humble opinion. Because there’s much of me that has to be fixed. I’d hate to live. In total disrepair.  Of course, not everything will ever be fixed. Just as well. Because if it was fixed. I’d have nothing left to do. Perish the thought. --Jim Broede