He often do think of his first hometown far away
And the games with his friends as a child he did play
Some of them as he is are ageing migrants today
And some in the hometown did choose for to stay
And where all the deceased are some at peace do lay
On how long we live we do not have a say
On Summer evenings in the park of the town
With his young friends he chased the football up and down
Long before time it did become his foe
But going back the years this now seems long ago
An octogenarian widowed great granddad time has left him walking slow
Balding and grey haired the years on him show
And only the memories with him now remain
Of what used to be for him but will not be again.
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