A new month has begun today,
The last that this year will display,
And what will come, we cannot say,
But I worry it will be worse.
I know it can always be,
That declines slow or fast we see
Come at us unexpectedly,
So I worry it will be worse.
There have been problems through the year;
Some are past and some draw near,
And stormy rumblings are coming clear.
I worry that it will be worse.