Task 4: My example

When I was young the snow fell every year
And summers sweltered, scorching each July.
A hug from mum could swallow up my fear;
And happiness was lemon meringue pie.

Now I am old the seasons hide their face:
We have to flee abroad for snow or sun.
I cannot stifle fear with an embrace -
(But lemon meringue pie is still quite fun!)