The form of this poem is a Chaucerian Roundel. The metre is Iambic Pentameter (10 syllables per line. The rhyming pattern is:
A b b a b A a b b A This indicates that lines 1 6 & 10 are repeats.
I can't go back to find the life I knew
The people are no longer where they were
The folk I knew they now no longer care.
There might be just a remnant - just a few
There are no memories that we could share
I can't go back to find the life I knew.
And if I went I'd not know what to do
My father's house in Brookside Delaware
I feel alas that it's no longer there
I can't go back to find the life I knew!
This is an interesting form it all depends on having an interesting first line which can also be a middle line (line 6) and the end line.
(John Knight - Colchester - November 2009)
Yes the past can haunt us. It's probably a good thing we can't really go back. (which doesn't stop us from living there in our imaginations, alas)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well done! Wise Man I love Your Thoughts! The past is an abandoned Land... we need it in the time of Nostalgia, in the time of Sadness, when we want to live something we’ll never live again, when we want to extract Happiness... The past is complicated… the past was happy but now it's sad because we left it for the sake of the Present which is a tall wall between us and it (we forsook the sweet memories, the best moments alone …) We could never GO BACK! ! ! We could never replay the PAST TRACK! ! ! Thanks For Sharing. All My Respect! PeaCe&Love