It Might Be
My heating bill is sky-high
And STILL I feel the cold!
My feet are near frozen
As through the house I’ve strolled.
When I go to bed …
With blankets stacked 5 high
Warmth still eludes me
For the COLD it screams: DENY!
My furnace set to maximum
The space heater’s glow bright red
Still I see my breath …
I’ll wear my coat again, to bed.
Frost is on my drinking glass
Within my tiny hut
I wonder: Would it be warmer
With my windows … shut?
Copyright © Jack Clark | Year Posted 2015
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