So many have been born since he left and so many have died
In the coastal town far north of here where he first did reside
A place perhaps that he will see never more
Where he first saw light of day by the Adriatic Shore
On a Spring morning in April in nineteen fifty three
He said his last goodbyes to friends and family
To live in Victoria Australia his life's destiny
Never again for to return to Italy
Close to the four score years he looks frail and gray
And clearly he has known a far better day
Many times a grandfather his wife died last May
In the cemetery near where he lives her last remains lay
Giovanni in his late seventies is a very nice man
Though it has been many decades since he has enjoyed youthful elan
He walks with a cane his fastest pace slow
Time on everyone does eventually show.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
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