The Skeleton

Dark night, I was deep asleep, The wretched skeleton appeared in front of me In my horrible dream, He stared at me with his gloomy eyes, He was weary, hungry, thirsty and half-dead, He accused me with great emotions, "You have never written any good poetry about me, You are selfish, You have written brilliant poetry Only about the healthy and wealthy men, As you know they are the real treasure, Can you deny it? " I was stunned, I had to listen to him, I knew in my heart The gloomy skeleton was absolutely right.