Cough

I’m feeling just a little off. It’s just a little cold; But yet there’s this annoying cough That’s got me in its hold. I carry lozenges in case The cough gets out of hand. I use my fist to shield my face As custom does demand. But on the bus or in the train, In close proximity, Are many folks who won’t refrain From raining germs on me. They sneeze and hack and do not think Of using hand or tissue To halt what will, in just one blink, Explode as slimy issue. And thus, the germs float in the air Where currents are directing Their paths to guide them everywhere And coat us, unsuspecting. So when my cough begins to fade – Who knows how long ‘til then – Somebody’s new germs will get sprayed And soon I’ll cough again!