Going To America
Going to America
“One’s country is the country where one fares best.”
Greek Proverb
It was from there to here
Nowhere near, my dear
And, from here to there
It would appear
We could never quite clear.
So to stay back there was a life of drudge and fear
And to move out was to cut the chord so dear.
We dream a trip from there to here,
It is far, nowhere near, we fly to another sphere
But we are determined to go on, to persevere
We overcome all obstacles and trounce fear.
But, on occasion, we forget and yearn for the old home
We drift into forbidden territory
The land we left to search and wonder
Gets hold of our heart, the tears flow, we regret and worry.
Stay back with a steady job year after year
Or move out and get lost, or labor up in towers, fields or ships,
Work in mines or machines that press and grind or crush and bind
Get lost in books or prayers and see the Truth come near
Earning respect, wisdom, friends, some cash and cheer.
No earthly power could commandeer the heart
That seeks and strives and then wipes that diamond tear.
So, we are here, my dear – we’ll never disappear
We made a choice and we’ll keep it to the capstone year.
Copyright © Apostolos Kizilos | Year Posted 2015
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