Undone

No life, no leaves, no butterflies in trees No job, no fair, isn't life quite rare No moon , no sun, Winter snows almost done No clothes, no money, there goes something funny No frost, no cold pains of glass,no icicle fingers dripping fast No shining moon on frozen ponds, no frostbitten skaters in thick woolen mittens No life ,no job, no clothes, no junk , just trash, modern things don't seem to last