Is there no fire left in the furnace?
No gas left in the tank?
Was the promise made not earnest?
The tap has dried from which we drank?
Was every drop of juice extracted?
Every bit of nectar drained?
Must now the payment be exacted
With my moral assets strained?
We hadn’t planned short of forever
So this caught us unaware
If we never had said “Never”
Maybe then we’d be prepared.