Once upon a time in a land long forgotten
There lived a girl who was really quite common
She never did leave her small, humble village
For she was a Constant with a quaint sort of image
Always there when you needed her
Always there when you didn’t
Alone lived the Constant, with her thyme and her mint
What do you think being a Constant would mean?
Do you think of the sun or the air that you breathe?
Those are all constants, that is quite clear
However people too, can be constantly near
Being a Constant isn’t so bad
You will always be there when others are sad
Though even for a Constant, the novelty wears thin
Soon your friends will dismiss any predicament you’re in
For if you are never gone, there will be nothing to miss
Nothing to yearn for, no room for remiss
For a Constant you are, but a priority you are not
However, what if our humble girl, ever a Constant
Were to fall in the woods, right into conflict?
Whisked away on a grand old adventure
Full of dragons and trolls and untimely bad weather?
Gone she would be from her small, humble town
While her loved ones stayed there, their faces all a frown
Oh how they’d ache for her and miss her with care
Forgetting all about how they never treated her fair
They’d wish to hold her as close as can be
Knowing that seeing her would fill them with glee
And what about when our dear Constant comes home?
Tired and achy from her journey into the unknown
Surely they’d be happy upon her return
They’d hug her and kiss her, full of concern
The Constant would have the love she had finally been granted
And for a moment; just a moment
She would have everything she had ever wanted
However, a moment simply cannot last forever, and neither can this
Time would go on and soon there would be no more sense of remiss
Soon all is forgotten of the Constant’s adventure
Soon everything is put all back together
Alone our Constant will sit in her chair
Alone she will be with her thyme and her mint
For she is a quaint, humble girl, as present as ever
And there she will remain; most likely forever
For now that she is back, she is no longer wanted
For that is the life of our poor, dear Constant.