The common cold, I fear, ain’t so common
when you’ve caught it. That’s when it turns rather
personal. That’s when our minds must summon
our souls to summon our voices: gather
all breath into prayer for help. Hear answers
through meditation. We’re often told
simple cures: Hot herbal tea,
the higher
power whispers. Oh, I know it gets old
when prescribed Chicken Soup.
But we aspire
to take suggestions when deep congestion
brings on the croup. I’m preaching to the choir,
I suppose (Oh, call it a “beau-gestion!”),
to say get lots of rest. You need to ease that
bod into bed. Colds are nothing to sneeze at!
Roger
September 1,
2013
