Have met with the friends “they’ve not seen
for so long.”
A hail and salute from the press of the mass,
Too brief, as the crowd jammed impatient to
pass,
A moment—that’s all—to renew the old tie,
A handgrasp, a lip-touch, “Hello,” and “Good-
by.”
Oh, this is the season of fairs, by gosh, the
season to lay off your cares,