Thinking back on the good old days Reminds me they weren't all good We never lived life like we should And the days all just fade away We always wonder on what could Have been if we hadn't parted ways Thinking back on the good old days Reminds me they weren't all good Considering words I couldn't say Looking back on where I once stood What things would I change if I could Like asking you then to please stay Thinking back on the good old days
This week’s experimental poem is a Rondel following a ABba/abAB/abbaA (uppercase letters are refrains) rhyme scheme in three stanzas with 8 syllables each. You can read more about this poetry form by clicking here.
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