Sparing no budget on our meeting day,
I remember you entertained your company at a prestigious leisure house.
Around a high table, and in an ending May.
Sparing no finances, you hosted your genuine friends at your expense.
Caring not for our extravagance with wine and beauties good
‘Add wood to the fire’ you’d say dancing with a gift girl and in favorable mood.
Reflecting now of old and in deep contemplation,
I begin to understand with a nostalgic emotion:
For us, you’d sell anything just to afford hosting our gallant company without regret.
I miss you my selfless friend of youth, even better, now that our years are in the sun set.