When the Days are Old, the Night is Young

When the Days are Old, the Night is Young

A Poem by Jared Fellows
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Ever wondered where you made your mistakes in your youth?

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Oh my dear, we were so wrong
To think that we could play with them forever
A child cries at the end of every song

We were told the moon is wondrous and strong
And that we can cry while we stare
Oh my dear, we were so wrong

We crashed head first into the throng
We tried to crawl out, but you got caught by a snare
A child cries at the end of every song

Remember when the days were long
When we were in God’s care?
Oh my dear, we were so wrong


On a rainy day, there were laughs and mahjongg
But now those days are gone, they had no heir
A child cries at the end of every song

And the nights when we were on the lawn
When we looked at the stars and sung hello there
Oh my dear, we were so wrong
A child cries at the end of every song

© 2009 Jared Fellows



Author's Note

Jared Fellows
This is a form of poetry that I love, but most people have not heard of. It's called a villanelle. I love how it repeats in a very simplistic way. I would just l like to know if it is clear enough.

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This was very nice.
The ending, loved it!


Posted 7 Years Ago


Beautiful! The rythm is fun and easy to read. I love the imagery and relatability of the poem. Well done!

Posted 7 Years Ago



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