I rarely see snow. This might be my last.
An event so rare should make me happy
But, I stand here, contemplating my past.
I never knew my thoughts could be snappy.
But, as I watch the snow fall, my brain sings.
Memories of all the times that I had
And all of the troubles that my life brings.
It’s hard to reflect on some of the bad.
Just like the changes that the snow will bring
A single event changed the world, and me.
The little influence became my king
And imprisoned my life, no longer free.
But, soon, everything will all melt away
So tell me that it will all be okay.