A Long Look Ahead

Vacation days are over,

     And working days are here;

That’s why they’re “melancholy,

     The saddest of the year.”

Then comes the sad remembrance

     Of money we have spent;

We start the week of labor

Without a blooming cent.

Cheer up O, gloomy poet,

     Cheer up ye clerk and chauf’;

We’ve got ten months to save up

     To have another loaf.

c. Sept. 9, ‘09