When Hell Freezes Over

and oh how i knew it that winters days would come the cold, the snow, the bitter sting the bite that suffering freezing brings the numbness of fingers and joints the deep snow and freezing rain the spinning of wheels and fish tails on black ice disappointments with the way the buses are run a number of days without the sun the wind blowing snow drifts on the road uninsullated shoes and freezing toes cold metal holding winters personal touch and the threat of gas being cut the search for a place to find welcome and warmth the primitive skills to find shelter from the storm the mission is to live and find a way to go on to keep and find the substance warmth