Waking with a smile.

Waking every day. Feeling alive and healthy. That’s all it takes. To be reasonably happy.  As I make the gradual transition. Into so-called old age. At 83, I’m no longer considered young or middle-aged. More like a funny old coot. I don’t have to imagine it anymore. I’m there. I’ve arrived. Though I still find it hard to believe. And maybe I don’t have to. I can still get up on the stage of life. And play young or middle-aged. As long as I’m alive and healthy. That’s the key to survival and the good life. To think positively. Every day. To count my blessings. And not worry about the future. Better to make the most of now. Merely waking with a smile. --Jim Broede