THE SNOWMAN

There once was a snowman
His name was jack
He’s made of snow
Built round and fat
Upon his head
sits a woolly hat

His eyes literally burn with coal
Two small chunks,
fill the holes
His nose is made  from an old twig
And through his ribs
There sits a stick
And on each end a pair of mitts

He ‘d sit all day
Mesmerised
By the kids
That played
By his side
Until a snowball
Hit his eyes
That was the only time
He closed his eyes

Now Jack
knew his days were numbered
With no legs to move
He felt rather lumbered

So all he did all day
Was watch his life slip away
While watching all the children play
The snow around him melted away

He felt quite sad,
deep inside
even worse
When he lost an eye
He’d only just been created
He wasn’t ready to be dissipated
He liked his life
For what’s it worth
He enjoyed his days
On mother earth   

A little boy walks past one day
Sees the snowman 
In all his dismay
Walks up to him
And pats his sides
Poor old jack started to cry
Told the boy he didn’t want to die
The boy went off in a hurry
Told the snowman
Not to worry
Returned in a hurry

He came back gun in hand
Filled with water
He sprays jack all over
Says to him, this will freeze
But only in the cold night breeze

So that night in the cold breeze
Jack the snow man started to refreeze
But he knew deep inside
When the sun came up
He would surly die
Melt away and fit in a cup

The next morning the boy comes back
Pats old jack on his back
Sees the snow hasn’t come back
And says sorry, I’ll be right back
“No stop!”  Says jack
“Just let me die
But thanks for trying”
And with that said the boy starts a crying  
Holds jacks mitts and asks him why
Watching as he lost his other eye.

“I can’t stop nature
It’s meant this way
I can’t stop the sun melting me away
Please don’t cry
I wish I could  stay”
Jack replied on this sunny day

The boy looked up
Then picked up jacks eyes
Pushed them in
And renewed jacks eyes
And said fine

“I’ll stay with you until you die”
So there he sat all day
 holding jacks mitt
Listening to the sound of jack
drip, drip drip, drip
finally jacks at his end
no more snow to transcend
it all just falls and descends
to the floor
 until  nothing left but a puddle
Jacks no more

the boy now teary eyed
says goodbye to his friend
who just died
he takes one last look into the puddle
and there in the middle there is a bubble
it pops and says,
“be back next year
stay out of trouble “

This is a polite ask, if you have took the tome to read this poem please be kind and leave a review. thanks jeff