Frosty
15 Dec 2010 Leave a Comment
in Poetry
Leave me here to dwell, good friends
All that is left is childhood memories, an old corncob pipe, pair of coal, a button and an old silk hat
They say that the children knew what happen for they had brought him to life
How he laughed and played till he went to town
There the policeman yelled stop and placed him under arrest for molesting minors!
The children protested, Frosty tried to explain and in front of the judge, he was found guilty
Poor Frosty! Once when it was innocent to be a magical figure that entertained so many
Now branded a criminal.
The children watched in horror as he turned into a puddle in the jail cell
Now his hat, coal eyes, button nose and pipe are the only reminders of a childhood
And of a world that has grown blind that has lost touch with their inner child.
