On the other side of the ocean.

Always. There’s something good going on in my life. It ain’t all bad. Never has. I have reason to be joyful. Happy. If for no other reason. Than having reasonably good health. Physically. Mentally. Maybe some day. I’ll become old and decrepit. But I’ll deal with it. When that happens. Could be. That I’ll drop dead. When I’m still healthy. It happens all the time. Maybe that’s the good way to go. Here one moment. Gone the next. I know. I know. Some of you are living in tunnels. But I’ve always had my sunshine. Yes, true love. I flit back and forth. And live in Italy. Part-time. Where the sun always shines.  Sure, the Italians have rascal politicians. Such as Silvio Berlusconi. But that’s much better. Than a certain politician I have to put up with. Here in America. Fortunately, I can take a refreshing break. On the other side of the ocean. --Jim Broede