The Enduring Tax Effect: A Poetic Reflection

In lands where dollars dance and sway,

And coins and notes in pockets lay,

There lives a force, both old and vast,

The specter known as tax, steadfast.

It builds our roads and schools so bright,

It keeps our cities full of light,

From dawn till dusk, through every task,

We see the marks of tax unmasked.

Yet grumbles rise from every tongue,

When April's song is sharply sung,

For in that month, with fervent zest,

We calculate and do our best.

The forms we fill, the numbers glean,

The maze of rules we must convene,

With each deduction, each expense,

We find a way to make some sense.

Oh tax, you are a burdened friend,

On whom our hopes and fears depend,

For while you take, you also give,

The means by which our nations live.

In every coin and every note,

In every law our leaders wrote,

Your presence lingers, near and far,

A guiding, ever-watchful star.

So here's to you, both bane and boon,

A constant force, a timeless tune,

Though grudgingly, we must respect,

The intricate, enduring tax effect.