A Suffering Rose


A suffering rose,

abandoned there,

on a lonely windowpane,

not sparing a stare.

Looks up at the sky,

as a lost cause,

nowhere to go,

no place to pause.

Weeping quietly,

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.


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