The snowman...

The jolly snowman, he stands alone,
His undying smile hides the hardships he’s borne,
The inhuman cold, the frigid bites,
The tiresome days, and the lonely nights,
He waits on, in the deadly breeze,
For the shining sun, and the lush trees,
And when spring strikes, he stands in wonder,
When all of a sudden, the earth starts shaking under,
He melts, his tears unseen, his unheard screams,
Down he flows away, right into the stream,
The poor snowman who makes everyone smile,
Life gives him no joy, not even for a while,
The poor snowman, who brooks those deadly stings,
Alas, he’ll never know the warmth of spring....