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
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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Haha, this one sure is a masterpiece!! The most mundane and irritating cold presented so beautifully with your words, I am mighty impressed!!
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Thank You 🙂
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Great stuff, especially because of poetically writing something so mundane about the common cold. Mr Midnight, Sir Winston and myself enjoyed your verse. Best regards from the “Gilmours Nice Place” blog. 🙂
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Many thanks to all of you for your appreciate note 🙂
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I dont blame the damsel cold, for flirting with you, so witty and bold
Tell her, ” I have a wife who is made of gold..SO BE GONE
You are so nasty and old,”
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You have so humorously told… and embraced the common cold into your fold…Thank you
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Very humorous indeed…
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Thank you for the appreciation 🙂
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Your welcome karthik…:-)
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