He Had A Few Drinks Too Many

He had a few drinks too many the old migrant close to tears And he was feeling nostalgic as he talked of long gone years For his home City of Copenhagen far north and far away From this warm Southern Country where his last remains will lay He left his Homeland Denmark some sixty years ago When the cold winds of late Autumn in the Northlands did blow A great grandfather ten times over in his eightieth year of life By a decade and ten months he has outlived his Aussie wife The migrant lives far from his Homeland but the love of home remain And in his flights of fancy he walks familiar streets again Most of his friends of his younger years with Nature now do lay And he is left to mourn them the migrant old and gray He had a few beers too many and as he talked of the long gone years For his old Hometown of Copenhagen he was very close to tears.