Maturity

O dearest serendipity,
Once you graced me oft;
I entertained you tenderly,
Til you up and left.
That China plate a gift from you,
So many years ago;
The horn spoon beside it, though,
That I carved alone.
In those long hours, dark days,
Really much has changed;
I’ve found a purpose all my own,
And now you’re sure to stay.

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