A Happy Migrant

He feels to many today in his first homeplace

That his would be looked on as a stranger's face

He has not been back there for twenty five years

And for the what used to be he has shed his last tears

His son and daughter in their early twenties live in the big city today

In his mid forties in his brown hair some gray

In their semi detached red brick unit content in his life

With the woman he married his ever devoted wife

Quite a likeable person with a charm of his own

Easy to talk to his friends in numbers over time have grown

Though he often reminisce of his first hometown far away

He does not feel homesick as a migrant he will stay

Until the reaper of lives on his life has the say

It will not be in his hometown cemetery his last remains will lay.