We are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting
It takes a genius to fit so much meaning into so little words - love it - so true. SG
Charles Bukowski...we know he was rough and tuff...! but deep down inside was a beautiful cleverness that showed through words like these... truly great.
With all the favorable conditions to help the rose, there's nothing that could impede its growth except misfortune. The picture portrayed in the poem is very close to life. Thanks.
A very short poem, obviously; but it makes the point that few of us fulfill our potential. We should have achieved more than we did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perhaps with a summer of patient sun, both roses would bloom. Perhaps transplanting them into a sunnier place would do the trick.