A suffering rose,
on a lonely windowpane,
not sparing a stare.
Looks up at the sky,
as a lost cause,
nowhere to go,
no place to pause.
holding his breath,
wishing silently for a quick death.
No prancing or dancing does he do,
not a single smile, laugh, or coo.
One last tear falls from his eye,
as he finally begins to die.
He closes his eyes one last time,
wakes up again in a new state of life.
He is happier here, more alive,
dancing and prancing and doing a jive.
Enjoy life while you can, you never know,
when it is time for you to go.