Most migrants have a place they refer to as home
For the Athenian it is Athens for the Roman it is Rome
Home is where the heart is as the wise one does say
And home to many is not where they live but their first home far away
We live in the present but our memories are of the past
And time on our lives ever ticking on fast
And all of our lives are journeys that do have an end
Physically we cannot live forever of this why even pretend
Most migrants in their lives nostalgia have known
But in time by them such feelings are outgrown
For self betterment or adventure or some other challenge to face
Or for some other reason we left our first homeplace
That most migrants have a place they refer to as home is how it seems to be
And Claraghatlea near Millstreet Town remains home to me.
Monday, November 17, 2014
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