Oh, springtime

Why, oh why

Have you abandoned me?

 

It is that you think

I am not worthy of thee?

The caress of your warmth

The joy of your life

It brings out the best in me

 

The pessimist

Becomes the optimist

I dream of only opportunity

Yet you dessert us

With impunity

Off you go with a spring

In your step

Leaving us cold and alone

Don’t you know

How much money

It costs now

To warm even the smallest

Of homes

 

So go

Go if you must

But I urge you to return

Before I go bust!

 

C.K. 22