Great People Poem by ion untaru

When he arrived home, he had to lean
not strike the pole with head
and at the bedtime
let out some of shadow

He has passed half life but he continue grow
and this worry people around him,
so that family addressed more doctors
starting with communal midwife that
cured him of quinsy in childhood
and ending with those who were
doctors several times

One of them recommended him
to change work place,
other - to give up everything own
that never has what to give up
and last, to run up to townhall
and go further down

Him not hurt anything, he was good, thanks
only that one day, hurried, forgetting to lean
or disgusted all life to incline himself
before things lower than him

And then was hit so hard
that could not get a word
and doctors called to his head
have seen him moving his hands and
gobbling incomprehensible words
and died

Seeing that the patient died
without their help
doctors have retired with growl

so die great people:
incomprehensible!

(translated from romanian)