Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay! 

Alas! I am very sorry to say 

that it can all just damn well go away
today.

Shortly… I’ll get up and drown my sorrow
smooth my brow of that unsightly furrow
and from my secret cache of gladness borrow
tomorrow

till nothing’s left, and empty does it lie
its lid cast back and open to the sky
never knowing what, or when — or why
I try.