Imaginary worlds. That seem so real.

Far, far more goes right than goes wrong in my blessed life. And for that I am grateful. Nicest of all. Is that I’ve survived long enough to qualify as an octogenarian  In reasonable good shape. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally.  Of course, there’s no guarantee of a forever. For me, that is.  But at least I can dream. Of forever. As a spirit. Yes, my imagination. It’s a saving grace. I can create a future. An eternity.  Not only for myself. But for my loved ones, too. Imaginary worlds. That seem so real. --Jim Broede