We sit here tonight trying to keep warm, so cold out side from this winter storm. Woods almost gone with none to be had, yet we have each other so isn't to bad. Blankets we have are not doing to good, We cuddle together,the stove's out of wood. With or blankets an Love we will last till Morn, Then the Sun will come out for us to get warm. Temperature out side about twenty below, that doesn't matter we've no where to go. Are Children are married all of them gone, just my wife and I we are left all alone. You would think life to be better living in town, with family an friends still no one comes around. think life will be different, when you set the stage, one thing you don't think of my friend is your age. For when your old need someone to be near. That is when it seems they all disappear, Think of this before you start growing old, Not much of a life when your left in the cold. Author Walt Chapman 12/22/01