Even For The Voluntary Migrant Poem by Francis Duggan

You left your first home-place as a young person for adventure and self betterment elsewhere
But even for the voluntary migrant it is tough in the big world out there
It does take a whole pile of courage to venture into the unknown
Away from your friends and your family life's challenges to face on your own.

The happy at home are so lucky at home quite contented to stay
The wanderlust does not affect them they never yearn for places far away
At home they find love and raise their children and at home they do grow old and gray
And at home they feel happy with their lot and at home they will live their last day.

Life's not easy in their new Country as most migrants come to realize
They wake before daybreak every week morning to dress for work before sunrise
For a migrant not easy for to forge new friendships on saying that i am not saying what is new
Back home they were known to so many and back home their friends were not few.

You will not be going back to your first home-place though nostalgia with you does remain
And often in your flights of fancy you meet with your erstwhile friends again
Life's not easy for the voluntary migrant but harder by far for the refugee
For one who has fled persecution and does know of dire poverty.