'I' Poem by Joe Fraccalvieri

I go to bed when I'm tired
I wake up when I awake
I only work if I'm hired
and I take what I can take

I have no time for nonsense
I'm not concerned with why or how
I never face the consequence
of living in the 'now'

I've been called a man of all seasons
for reasons I really won't know
because the only season I follow
is the fall of winter's snow

It comes down as flakes in a flurry
without the slightest hint of a sound
Yet this world is in such a hurry
only a few ever stick to the ground

And of the snow that made it through
to survive some other prey
outside humanity's footprints grew
into a variant shade of grey

And I am like the snowman
which children made one day
that when their time to play was due
as school began and hours flew,
back home they ran
to watch me fade away