Common Cold Poem by Holmes Jim

I arrived at work with a tickling cough,
From where it came, I do not know,
As the day unfolded, I felt a tad off,
Believing that too, would soon run its course,

For lunch, I ordered a headache to go,
With a side of nausea, my stomach engaged,
Full on symptoms, set my nose aglow,
By mid-afternoon, my misery raged,

Around quitting time, I was miserably sore,
It swept thru my body in record speed,
I knew that I couldn't take much more,
I wanted to end it, to die indeed,

Knowing full well I've contracted the plague,
Good health, a dream now, distant and vague,
But soon it shall pass, or so I been told,
Since apparently, I'm suffering from the common cold.