When the dust will settle,

doors will be left open

for all those who wish to leave.

Only the members of the house would stay

and the guests would lose their place.

Frivolity would be at the very least.

At that hour will the fire burn at the mantlepiece,

and joy would enlighten the house.

Happiness and sorrow will both be shared

amongst the ones who will care about.

Then at the end of the night

when all would have known family,

will I share my favourite poem.

Knowing that they will not require any explanation

shall I end my verses written during contemplation.