When it came to popularity <br />You were a front runner. <br />Numbers told of your prosperity <br />Among others, none was funner <br /> <br />You knew how to have a ball <br />You won the ladies’ hearts <br />One by one you loved them all <br />Your ratings went off the charts <br /> <br />You had four wives in succession… <br />There were many gals in between <br />Each made a temporary impression <br />For a moment, each was a queen <br /> <br />The years were bountiful <br />It seemed there was no end <br />There were pleasures to fulfill… <br />Wondrous joys to comprehend <br /> <br />Time progressed, lovers drifted… <br />You rented a room all alone <br />Then one day your soul was lifted <br />Your memorable life was only a loan <br /> <br />Who would have you now? <br />Arrangements had to be made <br />Who would make that last vow? <br />Who would take up the spade? <br /> <br />Those who loved you have a grin <br />It is shadowed with great sorrow <br />Dying embers are smoldering within <br />Sweet dreams; there is no tomorrow<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-popular-man/
