From the bridge to the gushing waters, in a flash,
Over a step he drew his curtains with a splash.
At the fall of night, to life and the passing delights
He made a final wink and to the vale of death, slithered.
A business tycoon, he chose his hour and fate,
To the grave followed not his wealth and pompous fetes.
Failing to meet the deadlines, end a bankrupt,
While in the throne, the Coffee King dug his own crypt.
Money he rolled, shares he pledged,
His ornate glass palace in the gale finally collapsed.
In that debris he finally sank, leaving behind soliloquies,
His ivory towers in that smalt of night, blew a parting dirge.
From the mountain of wealth to the dale of death,
One slip was enough, life closed yon beneath.
In a wink he was finished, wingless he fell,
Unknown and unsung, beyond all trails and travails.
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05th August 2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem