A skeleton sits down beside its grave
Knees propped up
He rests his head against his knees
In his hand he's grasping a beautiful rose
It's been a long night for the skeleton to an extent
it seems
As it seems the rose didn't make it or find its way
to its supposed target
Disappointment hangs in the air tonight
For the skeleton
As he wonders what to do tonight now
As well as the rest of the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem