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Max Ablitzer “Ghost Song”

Donald Treseden was a well-to-do chap
And multi-millionaire banker
Had a whole lifetime of cash in the bank
But in truth was an absolute wanker

He married his high school sweetheart Marie
A match it appeared made in heaven
But hunger for profit outweighed his desire
And soon afterwards their ties were severed

Onwards and upwards, no spare time to mourn
He focused entirely on finance
Made his first million bucks by around twenty four
And then swiftly proceeded to buy land

A house in Antigua, condo in Turin
And six bedroom mansion in Gloucester
Considering Donald lived on his own
It appeared a preposterous roster

Money was never an object for him
For he spent it as fast as he earned it
If his central heating went on the blink
He’d grab a wad of fifties and burn it

He commanded respect from his colleagues and peers
But never again found a partner
Instead there were hookers and call girls and boys
And they all left a bitter taste after

As he approached fifty, he learned of a son
Born months after Marie’s departure
He had three mergers and a conference that week
There just wasn’t the time to play father

He paid off the boy just to keep his head down
And not throw a wrench in the spokes
His son was heartbroken but honored his wish
That alas was the last time they spoke

A mild stroke at sixty two left him downtrodden
In need of around the clock care
His health then began to deteriorate
And soon after was bound to his chair

He stared at a blank wall pondering how
His life slipped away with no warning
No answers were found in his pale whitewashed mind
Then he slipped away one July morning

Life is a gift we unwrap or discard
Choices to take, roads ahead
It seems such as bummer to figure this out
As one fades away on their death bed

All of that money and all of that hope
Every bit of that wondrous potential
Amounted to nothing when push came to shove
As he ended up nobody special

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