April is the month of dust… and lies.
But even a small occasion would suffice
To add to the merry of a glorying age
One that with responsibility does engage.
There is laughter and knowledge abound,
And life’s mystery lurking around.
For every Arian, this time of the year
New resolutions become clear.
To quell the despair of a faraway destiny
One must weed the thoughts of being lonely.
The pretence of relations have undone
Unto themselves since their purpose forgone.
April is the month of fire and prosper,
To that and more, we toast and holler.