Water pours and sun shines and nothing is
As bright as the smile on his face,
Nothing even comes close, even in the face of
Danger he is brave and
Smart and clever and wise
Women came and went and friends came and went and
Even when things seemed bad, he had a smile on his face even though
Really, all those things were troubling him and really,
Everything around him, all his hopes and dreams, were crashing down
Especially late at night, when he lay in his bed feeling so
Very, very tired but unable to sleep because
Even the quietest sound kept him awake and he felt so
Rough and old and worthless but still he kept that smile, even when he
Yearned for a different life, an easier life, a simpler life, but still he
Thanked every customer in his shop, every single person who took one of
His wands, one of his wands, and every time one was bought it was like
Ice in his chest, impaling his heart and he couldn't breathe, he did
Not want this, he never wanted this, he just wanted to look after his wands, hold them
Gently in his hands and polish them and test them and love them
Truth was, that smile was a lie and truth was, he knew everyone else was
Oblivious to the troubles of the old wand maker on Diagon Alley
However hard he tried to get noticed, nobody cared, they were only nice
If they were buying a wand from him, but didn't they realise, he had
Made those wands, and he didn't want to let them go