I Am Just One Of Many

I am just one of many my type are not rare
Who have gone to see life in the big World out there
But the challenges of life out of the Homeland every migrant does meet
There is not any gold to be found on the faraway street
The lust of the wander in some is quite strong
From their teen years for to see far off Lands they do long
In their hometown they had no wish for to stay
To marry, raise children and grow old and gray
Yet the nostalgia for what was in them does remain
To visit the place of their young years again
To meet aging friends of their long gone youth
That in every migrant love of first homeplace lives on there is some truth
I am just one of many far from my first homeplace
Where mine today to many would be a strange face.