Francis Duggan


Migrants Are People - Poem by Francis Duggan

They leave their hometowns for the big World out there
Migrants are people who live everywhere
Some for their own self betterment and others for adventure migrate
To places far distant from their Country or State
Of renowned World travellers the praises many do sing
But the lust of the wander is an addictive thing
Some migrants with silvery gray hair and age lines on their face
Return for to grow old in their old homeplace
Only to feel like strangers where they once were well known
In their absence old friends apart from them had grown
They leave their home countryside, village and town and street
In any part of the World migrants you will meet
Some of them return to grow old at home whilst some of them die far away
And are buried far distant from where they first saw light of day.

Topic(s) of this poem: people

Form: Sonnet


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 27, 2016



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