The Trouble With Snowmen

'The trouble with snowmen,'
Said my father one year
'They are no sooner made
than they just disappear.

I'll build you a snowman
And I'll build it to last
Add sand and cement
And then have it cast.

And so every winter,'
He went on to explain
'You shall have a snowman
Be it sunshine or rain.'

And that snowman still stands
Though my father is gone
Out there in the garden
Like an unmarked gravestone.

Staring up at the house
Gross and misshapen
As if waiting for something
Bad to happen.

For as the years pass
And I grow older
When summers seem short
And winters colder.

The snowmen I envy
As I watch children play
Are the ones that are made
And then fade away.

by Roger McGough

Comments (23)

I wonder as to why so many people have disliked this poet,2960, as against 1677 who have liked! Some people might be deliberately doing it.
'And that snowman still stands Though my father is gone Out there in the garden Like an unmarked gravestone - Oh, what a beautiful metaphor! Blossoming into full life and then fading away is the obvious rule of nature. Anyone trying to stick around beyond stipulated time does so like an 'unmarked gravestone'.
I just returned from reading the comments below on this poem. There are some very heavy thinkers among us and some very original commentators- -yea! ! ! for the members of PH- -continue sharing your views with the rest of us despite the presence of egomaniacal trolls who occasionally show up! ! ! Thank you all.
The fun and then the powerful image of life's every movement as time goes by and we all 'fade away'
So that snowman still stands like an unmarked gravestone.....very thought provoking poem. Not in tune with time everything stands out of place.
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