I turn you around, and you're covered in white.
I cannot see your eyes, once as dark as the night.
And your carroty nose, now layered with snow,
still shines through the glass, so bright that it glows.
The cage you are in, always colder than me,
can't stop me from feeling that you're close as can be.
You know me, my snowman, I am sadder than most
that you have been neglected, treated bad as a ghost.
Your smile is still there, even though you're alone,
even though you can never go into your home.
You must stand outside, like me, in the cold,
and wait for the season to tell you you're old.
And soon the smile will melt, as will the rest of you too,
and you will finally do as all snowmen should do.
But not even such morbid a fate can be yours,
for you are stuck in the globe, inside yet outdoors.
But look! Look now! As march finds its way,
you will be here, you will be here to stay.
In a globe you may be, but now you don't have to leave,
when the warm weather comes, we will prove them naïve.
It's July and you're there, your smile still big,
and now you are special, for all that you did.
There are no more like you, there won't be for long,
this globe that you hated now helps you stand strong.
You were wrong to be sad for being placed in this cage,
for you give me, the poor boy, the most priceless of aid.
Created: Feb 21, 2010Document Media