the cold

this is the day my cold goes away i think
i've had it in me for a couple of weeks
keeping my mind on the very edge the brink
making my rest a fit of caughing clinks

the wearyness of this viral invasion
the constant struggle just to get around
the temper short on almost all occasions
has kept my feet compleatly off the ground

the mirror shows me looking so much older
the ticking clock reminds me constantly
i have but a little time to shoulder
my enormous responsibility

it's all a part of living life i know
an ever shifting blowing steady snow