The aches and the sores

The dull bores

Of life after a con

When all the fun seems gone

No more endless frolicking

No cosplayers randomly declaring themselves king

No more sporadic games of ninja or tag

Makes your shoulders want to sag

Life seems bland and lacks excitement

After a con's great enlightenment

Your friends are gone, less friendly faces

And everyone must return to the usual places

There's no longer a sense of love and care

When you're no longer among those with crazy hair

Back to a schedule that is fixed

No free time to let the hours get mixed

Forced into world of work, not play

Dealing with normality everyday

But yet perhaps there is still a chance

That there will come another time to prance

The joy will begin to flow once again

And you'll enjoy letting rest that pencil or pen