Age and cold

There is a combination which I have found to be a chilling pair.

It’s the wrinkled and tattered skin of mine and this cold arctic air.

My joints are sore already so they do not need the chill.

To say the least my aching knuckles are not a real great thrill.

Oh for the days when a snowball fight was considered a really fun game.

These days I will stay inside by a roaring fire if it’s all the same.

I look forward to the days when the kids come for a visit.

I can hint how wondrous the fire would be and maybe they will build it.

Either way I prefer the warmth these days as do my fingers and my toes.

Whenever it’s cold and snows.