Cold
(By: Jojo C. Pinca)
The morning breeze is freezing and I'm sneezing.
Feeling hazy makes me lazy, my head is so dizzy.
I pretend to be bold, but couldn't stand the cold.
I don't think I can mold the load since there's no goad.
I feel like a stick when I am sick.
You can't tickle the sickle, so to speak.
I want to sleep and make it deep.
I need to rest today because it will make me sorrow
If tomorrow I don't get back to work.