Improv of "The Vacation"

While reading Wendell Berry's poem, I kept coming back to the last lines "He would not be in it. He would never be in it."

He tries. Building his hope up to the
standards you built your house to.
Thinking if he did all you asked, somehow-
you'd find a room,
a closet, 
for him to hang his coat, 
store a sock.
Maybe you'd build a life
like a sample picture in a frame,
with him in it.
But that frame,
he would not be in it.
He would never be in it.