I see it as a young man growing up, the promised land being home and family. He's on the outside looking in--still single. "Flash the readies", a big smile, while he works to pay his bills. But he's alone, no one to talk to.
Then the promised land comes to him, and he grabs it with both hands. He takes comfort by the fire, next to his love. So comforting it is, that he says, "If she prefers, we will never stir again."
Now he is on the inside looking out. In his old age, he shouts a hearty greeting to friends that come visiting.
I see it as a young man growing up, the promised land being home and family. He's on the outside looking in--still single. "Flash the readies", a big smile, while he works to pay his bills. But he's alone, no one to talk to.
Then the promised land comes to him, and he grabs it with both hands. He takes comfort by the fire, next to his love. So comforting it is, that he says, "If she prefers, we will never stir again."
Now he is on the inside looking out. In his old age, he shouts a hearty greeting to friends that come visiting.