Too Cold, Too Old Poem by Philip Carter

The snow outside my window
Looks so crisp and clean and bright
It wasn't there yesterday
It fell during the night
The local children will soon be out
Throwing snowballs and having fun
Playing under a clear blue sky
Beneath a winter sun
They run around without a care
And if they slip and fall
They will just get up and carry on
They will not care at all
I cannot risk venturing out
My bones are old and brittle
Any temperature drop affects me
It matters not how little
I cannot put the heating on
The cost is way too much
So I sit here with my blanket
Which to my body, I do clutch
My family was due to visit me
But the weather changed their mind
I know they cannot help it
They are not being unkind
I may get a phone call
But it will be short and sweet
So I will just sit here feeling cold
From my head down to my feet.