Intentions, aren’t they always good? You tried to do the best you could. Though finally it came to naught, you never gave up, never stopped saying it’s for the greater good.
Intentions, aren’t they always good? Seldom taking the path they should. Noble, with a worthy cause wrought, intentions rust.
Intentions, quite misunderstood – even the best ones never could right any of the wrongs they bought. The well-meaning battles you fought hardly could have done any good. Intentions rust.
NaPoWriMo Day #13 Poetry form: Rondeau (well, almost)