In stories, climaxes are always clear-
That moment you’ve been craving since the hook,
When structure and emotion will cohere,
And justify three-quarters of the book.

So when in life one finishes a task,
The ultimate of any frenzied week,
The structurally aware cannot but ask
If denouement is coming, may I peek?

What sweet reward for toil may I expect?
What kicker may yet zing me in the end?
To which of my deeds would readers object?
And may a final judgement yet descend?

Hurrah! My schedule shows doom won’t impend
Until my last performance at May’s end.