The actor
Tom Chance was an outstanding actor and friend
I saw him play a professor dying of cancer
The death scene was especially moving.
Tom had cancer too that killed him a few months later
I admired how he was able to separate
The role of real life.
Sometimes I wonder - I wasn't there- when he died
For real he was able to see it as an act
He was going through.
Tom was not famous when "resting" he worked
As barman and mixed drinks with elegance.
I liked tom he was my friend but was I the fig leaf
Of his act, to give the impression, he wasn't gay?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem