I have a cold
And now a little something from David Wilcox on the subjects of Colds.
You ever wonder why you get a cold
Look at the word – spell it – C-old.
C-OLD?
You’re pulled over by the reaper for a warning
He says,”I clocked you thinking 80.
You know you’re not that old,
You’ve been worried about the darkness in the morning.”
“Well, I’ll give you something to worry about,” he says
And he flips open his ticket pad,
“Appreciate your breathing.”
“I’m gonna write you up a headache for those thoughts.
Now why you been so worried?
What have you been reading?
And why do you have to tally all you’ve lost?”
“I’ma write you up a head cold.
It comes on like bad weather.
So maybe you’ll appreciate the warming.
See it gives a new perspective.
Soon you’ll be feeling better.”
“I’ll let you off this time,
With a warning.”
He says, “But take it easy, alright?
People live around here
You won’t see them in time.
What I’m trying to say is,
You’ll miss them”
I'm a house wife in Seattle who's world inside her head is much more preferable than the one outside her window.