Forsaken Poem by John Shea

Old man winter why do you forsake me?
I quiver and shake with your yearly visit
Is it you that makes the pain come?
To remind me that I have aged some
The flakes you send are beautiful to the eye
The pain of life sometimes makes me cry
What a beautiful picture you paint?
To make those suffer with your icy breath
It reminds me that death is cold
But I am bold as I grow old
Your fellow seasons are sweet and warm
So follow suit I warn
Winter is the warmest time on earth
When my mother gave me life at birth
You know who you are
Kiss and tell we own the warmth
You try to deny.