It’s not that P does not like to mix with people. In fact he loves interacting with people. But there are times when P wants to retreat into his den and lick his wounds when life deals him some of those staggering blows. At such times P does not like to have visitors who came to offer their condolences. Perhaps they thought it comforted him but P felt it drained him more to listen to their commiserations. The one strategy he developed to tide over these situations was to get his violin out and play some mournful melodies……..
A social being, P enjoyed company;
But at times he preferred solitude
To hide in his den and lick his wounds;
To muse and dwell on life’s vagaries
And quietly laze in his retreat,
Till all mended he could face the world again.
But friends and relatives would come calling,
To comfort, commiserate or maybe even gloat;
This often seemed to get his goat;
But all was good when in music he took refuge;
For, as soon as his violin started to wail,
His guests beat a retreat without fail.
A standing ovation? His unrealized dream!