what's the point of anything anymore

i find my friend jimmy

sitting on my front porch when

i go out to get the newspaper.

it's early in the morning.

hey, i say to him.

what's up, what are you doing here?

he's already read the paper

and is sitting on it because

the porch is wet from last nights rain.

did you break up with Lulu Belle

again.

yeah, i did, but that's not all of it,

he says. i'm really depressed.

well, if not her, then what?

it's everything, he says.

what are we doing with our lives?

i was watching a science show

last night, and they said that

eventually the sun is going

to burn out and the earth

will die because of that.

the earth can't live without the sun,

did you know that?

so what's the point of anything,

he says. everything we hold dear,

the Kardashians, 

Oprah, Dr. Phil and Snoop Dog,

wrestling and pickleball,

television,

YouTube and tik Tok, it'll all

be gone. poof, all our hard work

gone just like that.

i just weeded my yard the other

day and washed my car,

and for what?  not to mention that 

i just renewed my subscription

to People magazine. 

i've been on a Keto diet,

starving myself all year, killing

myself,

and why. what's the point?

i spend half the day separating

plastic, paper and glass

for the trash man.

i even stopped drinking

and smoking.

every morning i do some push ups

and sit ups

and take a walk. but for what?

but, i tell him.

the sun will be around for another

billion years or more, so

we'll be long gone by then.

we have a lot of time left, jimmy.

hmmm. he says. yeah, that's true.

hey, are you making coffee?

i could use a cup.

and maybe i should call Lulu back up,

and patch things up with her,

since we still have time.