Oh how tired I am, I lament,

For it is the dreaded tax season.

Which means it’s time to

Calculate every dollar and cent.

‘Tis the season to fuss and stress,

Over all the important details.

Without the cheer, it’s way worse than

Thanksgiving and Christmas.

I downloaded all the PDFs

Of various financial statements.

Then I compiled the endless numbers,

And grinded through all the checks.

At last the stress that was on my chest

Has decreased somewhat quite a bit.

I’ve finished this whole big chunk—

Not everything but still good progress.