The blessed month bids us farewell.
We can only hope to see it again.
While taking stock of our souls,
Will we find them enriched
Or hovering around previous levels?
Will we last the many months
Before another opportunity comes?
We should all regret the leaving
For more pearls we did not gather
It is a matter of ease
To gain rewards all year long
With the goodness of this month
A little drop a day