I read somewhere that April
is the cruelest month,
and in my current state
of mind, I would have to agree. April
stands as the only time in my way of getting
exactly what I want, something, of course, I should
have figured out before I plagued us with
this.
But April is here at last,
and April will come and go,
with the showers and the lilacs,
the blooming flowers
and the buzzing bees.