Maggie Huscroft Poet I do not know?

Time Moves On

When sun turned to gold
We sipped at our cold
Sauternes.
Perfectly controlled,
Hand in hand we strolled
Through ferns.

So Fortune’s wheel turns
And the flame that burns
So hot,
To ash it returns.
In the end one learns,
So what? 



the form is Virelai Anciens
( 2 lines of five syllables followed by one line of 2. Repeated to make a 6 line stanza 
with a rhyme scheme of AAB AAB, BBC BBC,)
but does not feature in poetrysoup lists

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Michael Jordan October 19, 2008 at 4:33 AM Maggie I loved this poem especially the last line - Interesting form and a great job - God Bless

Carrie Richards October 18, 2008 at 4:44 PM This is a lovely poem, and interesting form. I will have to give it a try sometime...you have caught my attention with your nice write! ~ Carrie