Attempted Villanelle

Revised: 

There is the house of childhood dreams

A beauty inside and out, broken at the seams

No longer a place that can be called home

Half a life was spent there

So much has happened to bear

There is the house of childhood dreams

People come to see

What a great place it could be

No longer a place that can be called home

Always somewhere to fall back on

Now all that’s left is the pond

There is the house of childhood dreams

Nothing will ever be the same

But there is no one to blame

No longer a place that can be called home

Now it stands only as a memory

It wasn’t a place that I wanted to leave

There is the house of childhood dreams

No longer a place that can be called home

Original:
 Villanelle

There stood the house of childhood dreams
A beauty inside and out but broken at the seams
No longer a place that can be called home

Half a life was spent there
So much has happened to bare
There stood the house of childhood dreams

People come to look and see
What a great place that it could be
No longer a place that can be called home

Always somewhere to fall back on
Now all that's left is the pond
There stood the house of childhood dreams

Nothing will ever be the same
But there is no one to blame
No longer a place that can be called home

Now it will only be a sweet memory
That is what it has come to be
There stood the house of childhood dreams
No longer a place that can be called home