I was hoping they’d last for much longer,
than I really knew that they would,
but time has marched onward determined,
to be counted the way that it should.
So I’m starting to quietly panic,
because no miracle has occurred,
the days have not ceased to diminish,
and work can now not be ignored.
And you know that I really am grateful,
to have a job in these times,
it’s just at the end of the holidays,
I like to have my small whine.
I wish I was fabulously wealthy,
oh, rolling in fistfuls of dosh,
monied up, loaded or just filthy rich,
instead of having to work for my cash.
So I’ll buy a ticket for lotto,
who knows, luck might be with me,
if not, I’ll practice my breathing,
for going back to the 9 to 3.