He was just another tourist in the house
Of decadence. He split the scene when things got
Too heavy. No longer easily aroused,
He swapped the drugs and the sex, the whole wild lot
For religion. And although he is no saint,
He no longer drinks alcohol or smokes pot.
Indeed, he is much happier now and paints
And writes. Yet some claim that he has lost the plot!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem