When it came to popularity
You were a front runner.
Numbers told of your prosperity
Among others, none was funner
You knew how to have a ball
You won the ladies’ hearts
One by one you loved them all
Your ratings went off the charts
You had four wives in succession…
There were many gals in between
Each made a temporary impression
For a moment, each was a queen
The years were bountiful
It seemed there was no end
There were pleasures to fulfill…
Wondrous joys to comprehend
Time progressed, lovers drifted…
You rented a room all alone
Then one day your soul was lifted
Your memorable life was only a loan
Who would have you now?
Arrangements had to be made
Who would make that last vow?
Who would take up the spade?
Those who loved you have a grin
It is shadowed with great sorrow
Dying embers are smoldering within
Sweet dreams; there is no tomorrow
Poems tell the truth even when it is unsetling. There was not much to his life of any stuff so your short poem of his life is appropriate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ha ha ha... this is more a story about your values than his.