Final Chance…

Rocky paths make journeys long
Without a hand to hold
Fingers clasped, warm palms pressed
Turn pebbled paths to gold
 
Smiling eyes, through tears of joy
see through my foggy haze
To happiness down perfect lanes
towards sunshine’s warmth and rays.
 
Final chance at happiness
I have within my grasp
It’s as if someone whispered me
“You’ve found true love at last”
@k

NOTE: @k Denotes that the poetry/prose is a "Country Loner" original.