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.
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