Cold death

When wedding bells ring

Cold feet will sting

When the wind bites

Cold sores on skin ignites

When compassion is lost

Cold silence appears at souls cost

Then the breath is stifled

Cold hands are rifled

Finally you catch your death of cold

Before you grow wrinkled, aged and old

As you wheeze and belch

Full of gall your innards squelch

Until your heart stops

And off your head pops

– a stoic thought

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