Frost once tapped upon my door
but sadly now, he comes no more.
Each winsome word or sultry phrase
that tantalized and did amaze
seems to be so far away.
I wish that he'd return some day,
to talk of lunar cows and such,
just little things, but with his touch.
I think that there shall never be
a Frostier poet but we'll see,
perhaps one day he will be me.