Here's to you, Jack
On the fiftieth
Anniversary
Of your rotten death
You died way too young
Missed out on old days
Could've been great days
The twilight years
Duluoz Legend
Certain Doctor Sax
Haunted you so long
Such lonely shadow
In your lonesome life
Your secret lover
Not making the grade
Yet so greatly loved
Don Juan would be proud
Personal angel
Guiding you through life
Maybe sent by Gerard
As proof of afterlife
So now your visions
Are reality
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A perfect way to close the book. This is a truly inspired verse, Richard. I think Jack would want his tribute to end on this perfect note.