Joe Harmon, she tells him, you’re the best of the best.
Jean Paget, he says, you’re a bonzer Sheila.
Unspoken between them, he got crucified for her…
She traveled 10,000 miles to find him…
I’m so far from perfect,
She looks in his eyes
There will doubtless be times
When I’ll fail to please,
When I’ll lapse momentarily
In convention
Or manners
Or grace
When I’m distracted by pain
And can’t think straight
To do what I should at that moment
Will you still love me?
Too right, I will.
And there will be times,
He meets her gaze
When I put my foot in it
When it might seem a few roos
Are loose in the paddock
When my imperfections
Get in the way
Of my true self
Or what I really feel…
Will you still believe in me?
Always, I will.
He pulls her close.
Thank God, she says.
His eyes open wide.
God? But you don’t…?
Sometimes, Joe Harmon
You give me cause to reconsider.
