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