All English Sonnets
I keenly looked for idyllic solitude,
And followed trodden paths of every kind,
But circumstances joined my attitude,
Obliterated clues and made me blind.
Impaired my inward reach for myself,
Impeding my abilities to advance.
And what I have of unsought for name and pelf
I got by mere serendipitous chance.
But if I had not been so outward bound,
I would have recognized my ineptitude.
And done something, if only I had found
Inflexibilities of my attitude,
My life would have been different, can I see.
It could have been, but it was not to be.