Nostalgia

Those who have never lived apart from their first home-place could never understand
The nostalgia felt by migrants for their native Land
Of the longing caused by absence they will never know
A longing that sometimes can cause tears to flow
I have seen aging men in pubs their eyes dimmed with tears
For where they were born and raised and had been absent from for years
Absence makes the heart grow fonder as the wise one does say
Nostalgia in the mind of the migrant does stay
For the place he or she first looked on the light of day
A longing in time that does lessen but never goes away
Guiseppe a widowed grandfather he is seventy four
He still talks of his first home in Italy the village on the Mediterranean shore
Nostalgia does live on in the mind till the body does die
This is a fact of life and fact never does lie.