Of faces and places they may not see again
On the old street they often did walk up and down
When they were younger in their first hometown
Where to many they would be a stranger today
One passing through from a place far away
Some they grew up with in the hometown did not stay
And some where the deceased are for ever do lay
All we have to retain are memories of the past
On looking back the Seasons time seems to go fast
At the stroke of midnight the past will be today
And that nobody grows younger only true to say
Some they grew up with in the hometown growing old
Happy ageing at home though stories of adventure by them never told
In their visualizations mental images of the past they retain
That in moments of nostalgia they visit again
The migrants remember the what used to be
And the faces and places they may never more see
Their yearn for adventure took them to elsewhere
To live and grow old in the big World out there.
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