The Snow Man

              

You’ve seen the snow man in the yard,

      How stiff and white he stands!

He is a lifeless, monstrous hulk

      Built up with childish hands.

He serves a purpose, in a way,

      And yet how short his life;

He either melts some later day,

      Or tumbles in the strife.

Don’t be a snow man in the yard,

      A useless hunk of white;

Don’t be so full of nothingness

      You can’t put up a fight.

Don’t be a front yard ornament,

      Though pleasing to the eye;

The snow man melts and runs away,

      And leaves no memory.

Jan. 17, ‘10