Nothing will stop me.

My energy level. Isn’t what it used to be. Both physically and mentally. Yes. I know. That’s to be expected. As one ages. But still, it’s a rude awakening. I protest. Vehemently. That I can’t perform. As well as I used to. It’s depressing. Though I try to not let it bother me. I wish for magic. Maybe a pill. That makes me feel like a 20-year-old again. I’m looking. In every nook and cranny. For the fountain of youth. I’d like to believe. That Methuselah was more than a mythical character. That he found the fountain. And became drunk on the water. Every day. There has to be an explanation for his long life. Anyway, folks, stay out of my way. Nothing will stop me. From looking. --Jim Broede