Villanelle.

A rather shameful attempt at a villanelle but believe me its not easy at all! I was listenting to 'Asleep' by The Smiths as I wrote this yesterday evening.

Where have all the years gone, gone by?

Where have all those years gone, gone by?

Afraid of what is next, will I be

flown high, recycled in the sky.

I have come so far, from being shy

playing with dolls to drinking tea.

Where have all those years gone, gone by?

Sing me to sleep, Sing me to sleep

Won't you sing a last one for me?

Flown high, recycled in the sky.

We had moments, low and some high.

Here ends our long journey.

Where have all those years gone, gone by?

I'll die counting not years but sheep.

I will take with me your heart's key.

Flown high, recycled in the sky.

Hold my wrinkly hand as I lie

here, dry your eyes, let me free.

Where have all those years gone, gone by?

Flown high, recycled in the sky.