You’re forever hard to find
A quality quite rare
Every time I ask for you
You’re always never there
It’s a quaint conundrum
The details, I won’t spare
Searching for a diamond
To become a millionaire
To bring me some continuity
Over a period of time
And maybe wet my whistle
Sit back and unwind
But mostly I’d be giving
A fruitful debonair
In constant connection with the universe
Humble, with a flare
It may be a long shot
On this, I would agree
But then again
You don’t really understand
The person that is me