Under the Weather

I think I might be getting sick – I’m cold and oh, so tired, For nature played a dirty trick So in the muck I’m mired. A little cough can’t keep me in – I’d plans I’d had for ages; Ignoring signs means you can’t win – So sayeth all the sages. And so I met my friend to walk, The park our destination. We filled the day with catch-up talk; I had no hesitation. But now I’m home and freezing cold And bundled in a sweater. Some soup will place the germs on hold – Tomorrow hope I’m better.