Though far from where they were born and raised they live elsewhere
It was their yearn for wander that took them to the big World out there
Most migrants do wish for to go home to grow old and die
That nostalgia does live on is not a lie
To live in their hometown the yearn in the migrants remain
And to meet with the friends of their young years again
The past in time distant and in the long gone
But the memories of what was in them linger on
Though their young friends of the past for years they have not met
Of their what used to be they does never forget
To another Country or to another State
For many different reasons people to does migrate
But nostalgia in most migrants until death does remain
For the what used to be but will not be again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem