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…

                                        (ed)