He died of an overdose
of television sports.
He left life as as he had lived it,
Sitting back in his recliner
a beer in his hand and
his wife in the kitchen
making up another batch
of buttered popcorn
The funeral will be videotaped
so any of his friends
that might be so inclined
can watch it in their homes
during commercials
or at the half-time break.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't know if this is supposed to be sad or funny? Sad that so many people live this way.... funny that others don't.... I like your glimpse into the living room of this man who loved sports...Yuri