Sitting alone
By herself
Upon the stone
She was different
They all knew that
None of the men
Tipped their hat
She was missing
For three days
No-one noticed
Things were not as always
But she was indifferent
When the king passed away
She just sat there
Like any other day
She was strange
Standing by the shelf
Sharing some private joke
With herself
She was unhurried
They all watched her
Take down the book
With old yellowed paper
She was gleeful
Slowly jerking hands
Open to the page
Up she stands
Now they see
She was not only
Different, strange
Odd, alone
They peered over her shoulder
She whom they sneered
Was heir
She is rich
But still, still,
She sits in a ditch
And to herself laughs
Only she will ever know
How the royal man
Untimely did go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this one. it perfectly describes quite a few people i know ;)