After it seemed you’d never visit me again

You are back once more, my prodigal friend!

You visited the bumbling child, the blushing bride, and the lover,

And your most beautiful smile you saved for the mother

You raised a toast to all that is lost

Yet ignored the feast from your present host

Mysterious and inexplicable

Somewhere between too much and too little

An elusive bird, known only to the quiet wait,

A brief brilliance before you’re gone again!

You evaded the old man who seeks you the most

And went about knocking unwelcoming, strange doors

I’ve learnt my learning, to be worth your while

For there is no accounting for you, or your ministrations

Happiness, I’m content to receive a trifling from you

Even though you’ve squandered a fortune somewhere else.