Those days gone by sometimes confused —
the acts that touched, the words that soothed,
the days that stuck, the nights that moved.
Down through the years, the paint came loose.
Yet lessons learned remain in use.
The joys, the gains still bring me smiles;
the lost, the cuts, recall the trials.
Stacked albums sing a life’s refrain,
keepsakes of love, some filled with pain.
A trail of life, its light diffused.
© Gay Reiser Cannon * 4.2.16 * All Rights Reserved
The décima is a Spanish form of 10 lines – rhymed ABBAACCDDC – in principle of 8 syllables, though the rather relaxed method of counting syllables in Spanish verse means that lines can actually be anything from 6 to 10 syllables. I’ve just kept to the standard English Iambic tetrameter.)