The Tale of Snowman
“Oh Snowman!” sing the children-birds,
“For what reason are you astray?”
He’d put some care into his words.
Who cares what snowmen have to say?
He’d long been keeping up his trade
Of mangling words where truths apply.
But well he knows in this charade
That half the truth is not a lie.
He has no friends or next of kin,
His wisdom wasted on the trees.
His words are lost like nectar in
A world devoid of honeybees.
A bachelor to ardor’s flame
Forsaken by a tragic flaw.
The green-eyed youths know not his name,
And never gazed at snow with awe.
His history’s a fable now.
Much like the ones he’d once unveil.
But never will it die, I vow;
For I have heard his tragic tale.
Copyright © Gael Attal | Year Posted 2009
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