Pressure…

It does seem that it abounds,

All the way and then some around,

The front part of my cranium,

Wish it were made of titanium…

Painful though it may be,

Only sometimes does it come you see,

When the weather does change,

From cold to warm or vice versa,

When the barometric pressure changes its range…

Decongestants I do take,

Not many but enough for my sake,

If closer to the ocean I did live,

My head would not feel like it sprung a leak,

Yes, I would not be living with a constant sieve, so bleak…

                © ed ~ 10/19/04