Jem Farmer

Lost Chances....Cornish Sonnet I

While walking rough roads my feet sore and bare,
And dreams were far beyond my outstretched hands,
Within the realms where no angels will dare,
You turned away each time I reached for you,
You wanted bikinis and beachy sands,
The wealth and glory all that mattered too.
I found the truth everywhere that I walked
With ev'ry step I felt my spirit grow
And then I saw you smile, we sat and talked,
At last, you planned to walk along with me,
But darling there is something you must know,
I don't need you to hold me now, you see.
While walking rough roads my feet sore and bare,
I found the truth everywhere that I walked.



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