COLD AS A WITCHES…
Forget that fact of the tit,
As even mine are cold,
And standing up like headlights,
Especially in this artic front of freezing temps.
I fully realize its wintertime,
And during this time of year,
We all find it hard to stay warm,
But I have my onboard heater kickin’
And my electric heaters runnin’ too,
And still I feel much like a frozen dinner.
Less so a Popsicle than a frozen meal,
As I live in this 8 foot wide, 34 foot long home on wheels,
Not made for the cold was she,
With no insulation other than what I installed,
So we learn to live with the cold,
Until the summer comes a’ calling once again.
Forget that I seemed to complain,
I could have moved this beast to a warmer plain,
When I had the chance, but I abstained,
Old Rufuz loves this colder weather,
And I guess I do too,
But to a smaller degree, not Fahrenheit, than he.
I work in a warm vehicle,
Sleep in a warm bed,
Live under a roof with walls and windows,
So how can I complain?
Others have it so much worse,
I see it everyday, in the cities, on the streets,
I want to help, but I am as well, so broke
What can I do, but pray or meditate and hope,
That my prayers find someone willing to help,
With all those in need more than me…