First Home

Though you may live far from there and may never see it again
Your first home to you as your first home remain
It is where the great journey in life for you began
And where you grew into a young woman or man
It will be your first home  though there you did not stay
For as long as you live till your last nigh and day
I have seen tough old fellows who had been migrants for years
With a few beers in for their hometown in tears
Nostalgia in the migrant may lessen as the years go by
But that in the mind traces of it does remain none ought to deny
The migrants from their first homes may be long gone
But some nostalgia for what was in them does live on
I have seen long term migrants after a few beers with tears in their eyes
For the far away places where they saw their first sunrise.