What Does I-M-D-Pressed Spell

I'm sad, but not because an hour ago I handed over a very large stack of dollars for a very flimsy stack of pounds.

I'm sad because it's nearly the beginning of a new month, and as I was approaching my building this evening I saw lights on in the apartment directly above ours, the apartment that's been empty since the end of November.

I knew it couldn't last, but I was hoping...hoping....

Ah, well. In regard to my New York adventure, I feel similar to how Yeats felt about old age:

Much did I rage when young

Against the world oppressed

But now with flattering tongue

It speeds the parting guest.