It’s Very Very Old

Spares no one from its fold

Once it catches hold

Causes problems manifold

including many medications sold….

It remains unmoved even if you scold…

and liquidates misery untold

 

It is indeed very light

Yet makes one feel heavy

Between two outbursts is a lull

But its discharge is so very full

One ends up feeling hopelessly dull….

 

It spreads around with gay abandon

The smallest pretence is more than enough

A change in weather or the smell of feathers

Uncalled and Uninvited I attack…

And yet the Gods name I attract….

I am the existential cold

 

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This is the authors poetic tribute to his tormentor in chief…who has accompanied him from his child hood days… and resides in his nose like a bosom buddy….  and is fully at work today….

 

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