Jimmy The Migrant

Jimmy the migrant of his first home-town ageing far away
But the memories of what was are in him today
On a Spring evening he hears the birds sing in the park of the town
In the grey of the twilight just after sundown

In his semi detached two bedroom home he lives on his own
Of much happier days in life of he has known
Since to cancer he lost Annie his lovely wife
In his memory she lives as the great love of his life

Six years in time has passed since she breathed her last
Death painful and slow did not come to her  fast
On his way to the park of the town every day
He stops by at the cemetery to visit where she does lay

Luck in life was not always on Jimmy and Annie's side
In a work accident in his twenties their only child John died
The grief at the death of their son remained with them for years
Though in their sense of loss for them a healing in the shedding of tears

In his late seventies Jimmy the migrant will never again return to his first home-town
Where he used to live when his hair was light brown
When the Reaper of lives will come reaping his way
Where his wife Annie is his last remains will lay.