Walk By
No one turns to see me walk by.
Shadow fades as they blankly stare.
I keep my head down in a prayer,
a lonely song I testify.
The street is crowded, suits and ties
mix with soleless shoes, smiles rare.
No one turns to see me walk by.
Shadow fades as they blankly stare.
Everyone has an alibi
for the way they hide their despair.
No reason to connect, don’t care.
No one turns to see me walk by.
Poetic Form #86: Rondel
The rondel is a French poetic form with 13 lines, usually eight syllables,
in three stanzas. The rondel uses a rhyme scheme with refrains (AB):
ABba
abAB
abbaA
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