It was spring, and I was young when I had wine.

I was singing and dancing and doing fine. 

The wine was so divine; made my blossoms glow.

The spring is for the youth; makes everything shine.

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Summer came, and I was older full of joy.

I was in love, and love taught me to enjoy.

I was flying, kissing, dancing, having fun.

Didn’t know that the end was there to destroy.

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The autumn was yellow, tired, full of pain.

My garden was there, but flowers lived in vain.

The nightingales departed my youth as well.

I could not see the way; clouds were crying rain.

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Now it’s winter, and winter promises cold.

I am there but alone, with no one to hold.

The garden is barren, empty, no more youth.

The only thing is there, it’s me that is old.

10/24/18 Haloo

This poem is in the form of “Rubaiyat”, it is the plural form of Rubai. Rubai is a quatrain with the rhyming of AABA. Each Rubai is a book by itself, it starts and ends within the quatrain, but when it’s in the form of Rubaiyat, it follows the single theme with the same meter throughout.