Colin F. Jones

MELTING SNOWMEN

What some folk do and by it cause me blame,
I am not for some moments quite the same:
For while they use my vulnerability as excuse,
I’m not without response to such abuse.
Yet I am knowing that it is no fault of mine,
And that they need a subject to define,
The anger in their hearts and in their souls,
That they can by it deeper woes resolve.
Then though their scorn deceives those who view,
I am content in knowing what is true.
For I know that grass grows thicker when it’s cut,
And burning coal makes all of its own soot.
That when the summer comes the Sun returns,
As every melting Snowman quickly learns.