It’s done. It’s gone. It’s finished. Past.
A brief delight not meant to last.
Or did it leave you less than thrilled,
Observing that its hours were filled
With such as fell at Waterloo
And things you thought you “oughter do”
Instead of what you wanted to
(Like adding onto “Xanadu”)?
Take heart, my friend—don’t shed a tear;
You’ll do it all again next year.
—A. A. Mouse