X, Y & Z
First day of summerAlways first of somethingAnd last of something elseWho do I know,Correct that, did I know, that Won’t see this one,This summer, I mean
If I stop and Think and ConsiderThe reality,Possibly the stupidity,Of spending todayLooking forward to The completion of X,The end of Y andThe arrival of ZI can keep finishing,Acquiring, accomplishingUntil there is no moreAnd, yes,That would includeNo more of me