3 AM and 7 blocks away
We can see him sigh, and feel im sway
Speaking out his frozen sympathy
Penning down a sense he doesn't feel
Stroke his cheek the man is made of snow
Plain to see his eyes are merely holes
Reaching out impatient for the goal
Melt my friend a warm wind is going to blow
this is so simple and yet so sad. i am reminded of a nursery rhyme about a certain mr. frost and miss thaw, who end destroying each other. i think we all feel sympathy with the snowman who smiles but always with the foreboding knowledge that he will perish before seeing summer.