Ageing Nostalgic Migrants

Ageing nostalgic migrants i do meet every day Reminiscing on their old homelands far away Quite close to tears at memories of the past And the clocks on their lives ever ticking on fast Some of them grandparentswell beyond their physical prime Showing the bodily appearanceof time Living with their memories of long ago Of where they lived before time it did become their foe Clinging to their memories of for them what used to be Though many of them their first homeplace never more see Near where they live now their last remains may lay Far from where they first looked on the lamp of day Whenever i am walking in the park by the street Ageing nostalgic migrants i always happen to meet Reminiscing on a far away town Where they may never again see a sunrise or watch a sundown.