of mice and men

I used to have an imagination.
I think I may have put that in my closet.
Yes, it's probably in there. With that mouse
I liberated from that genetics lab that was making
them all old and wrinkly. A mouse is not supposed
to live longer than 4 years.
I used to be funny too. What's up with that? How did
I lose my sense of humor? Maybe all these pills I take
deactivated my humor cortex.
I'm glad that even with thoughts like these that
I am satisfied in Jesus Christ. That I can praise Him
for what He is making me, not what I think I should be
or how many points I score for being the life of the
party. His joy is all I need. His friendship is all I want.
His direction is all I desire. Seek first His kingdom...
And all these things will be added to you.