Happy. Just being me.

Maybe one can be too famous and too rich. Because then it becomes too easy to be spoiled. Too much of everything. Becomes a trap.  One that I don’t want to fall into. I’m a nobody. And while not impoverished, I’m far from rich. I have no desire for celebrity. Or for more moola. I can settle for obscurity, too. Anyway, I have been blessed. With what really counts.  True love. Twice, so far. Also, good health. Never. Never. Would I trade all this for being the equivalent of a Donald Trump. Yes. Yes. I’m perfectly happy. Just being me. --Jim Broede