ROLFE

Rolfe, you were home taught
James Joyce
caught you reading Ulysses
when you were eleven
by the doors
in the school corridors,
at sixteen on the highway
were a chauffeur
driving a Rolls-Rolls,
you started to sing
on the golf course
as you were discovered
by a impresario
as a bird on a wing
you were once a cantor
in your early days
now a tenor at the opera
with a  lyrical song of praise
as long you are alive
in musical ways
beloved,
rejoice,rejoice.