He Won'T Be Going Back To The Town By The Sea Poem by Francis Duggan

He won't be going back to the town by the sea
Or he'll never again hear the chaffinch on the silver birch tree
Sing in the grey dawn of a cool April day
By his old Homeland shore from here far away,
In his seventy years of life so much he has seen
And he has travelled through landscapes of brown and of green
His grand daughter in her twenties has a daughter of three
Though few of his age does look as fit as he
An ageing migrant the years have left gray
He jogs in the park for an hour every day
He lives on his own one divorced from his wife
But he feels quite happy with his lot in life
And though in his flights of fancy his old home he does see
He won't be going back to the town by the sea.