My new way of counting.

Wish I hadn’t learned to count. Especially the years. Because counting. Is a reminder. That I’m getting old. Therefore. I have decided to stop counting. That’s easier said than done. Of course, there’s another alternative. To learn to count in reverse.  I’ll practice. On my birthday. Every year: 82, 81, 80, 79, 78. Yes. Yes. I feel it already. In my bones. In my mind. I’m getting younger and younger. --Jim Broede