If I was told,

I had a cold,

from anyone other than me.

I would sigh,

Prepare to die,

and then watch and wait and see.

But I know,

it will go,

And still alive I will be.

This is why,

I never cry,

When I see the cold in me.

Yep, this is about Joly! I thought that it might be an interesting piece, and once again, it is terribly short. Sorry!