You are never too old to make a snowman;

You are never too old to make a friend.

But as you grow older than a child,

It is less easy to have new friends.

I try to create temporary life,

Getting the shapes together is hard.

All I long for is an ice companion,

Before it melts in between my arms.

Across the street is a normal snowman,

Its loyalties lie with someone else.

It stares in my direction taunting me,

A man unable to make a friend.

I end up creating a snow creature,

In the form of a squirrel perhaps.

I place it on top of a snow pile,

So that it can be king of the realm.

I place more ice to form its pedestal,

So that it does not fall off the edge.

But the head topples of of the body,

The rest crumbles into friendship's end.

I wish that it could have moved on its own,

Just as it had moved me to mold it.

A friend of a poet, a friend of Frost,

It was long ago; the life is lost.