Analysis of My Bygone Friendship



We were walking holding hands.
The gripes were very firmed
least one lagged behind.
We were all friends.

Everything we shared.
There was no secrecy among us.
We were daring.
Life was fully geared.

Friendship was prior.
Career was next
Kiths and kins were far
but friends were near.

We had no apathy.
No tiredness.
Only we had the strong bondage
and endless sympathy.

Now I am groping
my hands to hold one.
Virtuous gripes are no more.
My heart is grieving.


Scheme XXXX XXAX XXXX BXXB AXXA
Poetic Form Tetractys  (50%)
Etheree  (20%)
Metre 1010101 010101 11101 1011 1011 111100011 1010 11101 10110 0111 10101 1101 111100 1100 10110110 010100 11110 11111 1001111 11110
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 460
Words 100
Sentences 15
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
Lines Amount 20
Letters per line (avg) 18
Words per line (avg) 4
Letters per stanza (avg) 72
Words per stanza (avg) 16
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Submitted by swarup on January 29, 2022

Modified by swarup on February 07, 2022

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