I Hate The Cold Poem by Randy McClave

When I was young
Or while I am old,
These words I have always sung
"I hate the cold".
I hate to be freezing
And I hate to be shaking,
I hate to be sneezing
And I hate all the aching.
I hate to slip and slide
And I hate to fall,
I hate to be sliding in a car ride
And I hate being hit by a snowball.
I hate it when I am quivering
And I hate it when it snows,
I hate it when I am shivering
I definitely hate it when I can't feel my toes.
The older that I grow
Then the more I then understand,
The reasons why I hate the snow
Now I would rather be hot and tanned.
I love the holidays and all the fuss
When magic does unfold,
I do love Thanksgiving and Christmas
But, I still hate the cold.

Randy L. McClave