Hating The Cold

I think that I am getting old, As I have now begun to despise the cold, That cold, cold wind and the freezing ice Where my fingers, toes and nose is numbed through sacrifice. When I was younger I enjoyed the cold and the snow But, now when it arrives, I pray for them both to quickly go, I remember in my youth I so enjoyed winter, and for it I would pray But, of course that was when I was younger, and a different day. Once I enjoyed sliding on the ice in my youth Then I enjoyed winter more than summertime, to tell everyone the truth, I was part Eskimo way back then, constantly I was told Now I just hate wintertime, is it because I am getting old? Now I hate the cold, the sleet and any snowy path Where I always seem to slip or fall, I now hate winter's wrath, I know that I would much rather have summer's allergies and to sneeze Than to have any cold or snow, and then to fall down or freeze. Randy L. McClave