The Day After

‘Twas the day after Tax season and all through the land, 

Most of the people had filed, and paid more than they could stand. 

Tons of deductions and credits galore, 

Had everyone hopeful as they dropped to the floor.

Even God was amazed at the praying yesterday, 

Everyone pleading that THEY shouldn’t pay!

 

With a nod of my head I pointed at the wall

For there hangs a plaque, written for all….

“You have to pay taxes, so we can take care

 of those who don't work, don't save or claim that life is unfair.

We're a self-governing nation so we have only ourselves to blame.

Complain to your Congressman or we'll have more of the same.

When that doesn't work then there's only one recourse.

Vote them out of office so we can stop this remorse."

When night turned to day, my eyes did behold 

Tax season was over, or so I was told.

Looking left, looking right and seeing the sight…

Confidential papers to be shred; mail to be read.

Files to store; and cleaning glore.

Tax law can change daily, please talk to your tax adviser before making decisions that will affect your taxes.