Snowman
illusions of childhood
and hooded beings
or tress in a garden
and a sea of feelings
of a father like a snowman
once so real
but destined to melt
an image of hope
now barely feeling
illusions of adulthood
and all the things we want
of strangled meetings
of winter sun
and summer feelings
i think we should stay young
and forget the snowman
after all, we dressed him
and we can forget him
in my life, he is never felt
illusions of childhood
now the snowman starts to melt
James Garratt – Sunday 16th April 2000
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Snowman – Written Sunday 16th April 2000 (Aged 25)
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