Ah this old cold
You would think it was my friend
With all the meds I take
But there never seems to be an end
Ah this old cold
It keeps me all stuffed up
I go wheezin around the house
As if, I was a whimpering pup
Ah this old cold
Keeps my joints achin and a hurtin
It stays closer than a friend
That much is for cetain
Ah this old cold
It needs to simply go away
And give me a break
Someone else can have it, I'll say
Ah this old cold
It only seems to get worse
Keepin one all drug down
It's enough to make a preacher curse
Ah this old cold
Will surely drive one insane
When I blow my nose
I think I am losing my brain
Ah this old cold
It's like a runaway train
It just keeps on going
And it's driving me insane
wrote 2/6/2009 by Norman Hale Jr
norman hale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ah-this-old-cold/
