THE RETURN : SONNET 170

                     The Return 
                                 Sonnet 170

Infants do crawl and toddle about their home, 

Happy with unobstructed play with toys,

But they at last return to mom's bosom,

For they do find in there unblemish'd joys.

They later romp as children out in streams

And meads, but home where they return for flowering,

And youths in career do they rest their dreams,

Back from willfulness and crazy wandering,

Then consign them, as adults, to labor,

But thus they return to raise their children,

And lastly there's the nursing shed to harbor

Before the old on them does pull the curtain.

Whoever we may be, we will return;

This's certain, this is fast once we are born.

©️ N P Samal