Freezing Cold Am In Doldrums Poem by me poet yeps poet

I too will freeze
and be frozen
like snowy trees
and
you leave all
on the far banks of the river all alone
and all wish to go along with you
like a sculptured stone

where is the mirror of thine
where in I can find
a face like mine

You are a speedier poets
all know
leaving us on the river banks
on the opposite side

none can with out your help survive
and it's no surmise
'tis the losers enterprise
you swim back and dothem surprise