He has not been in his hometown for fifty five years
An octogenarian great grandfather the hair on his balding head silver gray
He is one who has known of a far better day
Growing old without a partner divorced from his wife
One of the town's aged migrants without love in his life
He says from my first hometown i have been too long away
And no one would know of me back there today
Here i have friends and to many i am known
And i never feel lonely though i live on my own
Twice a week with his mates he plays bowls in the bowling club
And on Saturday evening at the local pub
He is happy to be part of the hour of song
And always joins in the chorus of the sing along.
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