The month will end, as if in dream,
But not a good one, it would seem.
From many could proceed a ream
And never fully tell it.
If the next month better yet
Looks than this, or will beset
Each of us with some new threat,
I cannot fully tell it.
But I look forward with small hope,
Succumbing to a trending mope
But stopping short of seeking rope--
Or so I mean to tell it.