There Is Nothing Here For Him Poem by Francis Duggan

There is nothing here for him to wish to stay
Tomorrow he will leave at break of day
As the sun shines through the morning clouds of gray
He will drive towards the bigger town from here some eighty K's away

He has heard a pipeline contractor is hiring workers there
And if he doesn't get a work start he has heard of jobs elsewhere
One not tied to place he is young and carefree
And so much for him of the bigger World to see

Not for one like him the married way of life
A steady job to support children and wife
He feels happy with the casual sexual fling
A settled life with one partner would not be his thing

So many more highways on which he has to drive
In the prime of life he is only twenty five
He was not born to be one of the settled kind
The bug of the wander is in his young mind

One night in a small town like this long enough for him to remain
Tomorrow he will be on the road again
And why should he wish to settle anywhere
When he has so much to see of the bigger World out there.