The Cold

As I rub my hands together Trying to stay warm in this cold weather Shivering and shaking I am so very cold This is the winter of the youth, and not the old. I woke up this morning to a freezing house Then I noticed a small fire started by a mouse Outside the world was like ice after the rain froze I need to close my drapes and wear more clothes. I looked at my heater and I noticed it completely broke There was no heat at all, but only smoke A heating procedure I will try to perform I must do what I can as I must stay warm. About my house I now jump up and down My hopeful face has turned into a frown I now place blankets over by body and my feet All I think about now is warmth and more heat. Then from my mouth comes my icy cold breath Looks as though that I am announcing death Then I start coughing and also sneezing My body is cold and I am also freezing. I think to myself should I make myself a drink The hotter I thought, the better I will think But then when I drink it the warmth will be gone And the cold and freezing will continue on. I then close my eyes and I try to fall asleep I end up counting penguins and not any sheep Now I am awakened by the feeling of the cold Winter indeed is for the young, and not for the old. Randy L. McClave