Aged Migrant

Poem By Francis Duggan

His life story in book form will never be told
But he has a good memory though he has grown old
He remembers his childhood as if it was yesterday
As a primary school going boy in the town far away

In his early twenties when his hair was light brown
His yearn for travel took him from his hometown
His journeys in life took him to towns and cities elsewhere
Where he learned about life in the big World out there

A grandfather and widower in his mid eighties his hair silver gray
And clearly he has known of a far better day
A likeable fellow to many he is known
In his one bedroom flat he lives on his own

When walking in the park he greets everyone with a smile on his face
The gentle old man from the far away place
And though he walks rather slowly time has become his foe
He retains his memories of the long ago.

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