Impermanence

Apr 27, 2020 | Humour, Poetry

Photo by Gavin Van Wagoner on Unsplash

Completing the circle.

I am a man and have three balls:
Huge bottom, chest and head quite small.
But for sticks, I’ve no arms at all,
A scarf but not a belt.

I am a man and solid too,
Born in play when snow lay new.
But they say warmer weather’s due.
I know that I shall melt.

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