Hating The Cold Poem by Randy McClave

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