The Cold Poem by Randy McClave

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