Torn Between Homesickness

Arriving green and eyes wide open on these concrete shores,
The difference from his hometown he soon came to adore.
But the first night that lonely moon that sat above so high,
He knew his family couldn’t see it in their southern sky.

He didn’t intend to stay so long – maybe just a year,
But all he touched and tasted was foreign – and so queer.
New friends around him helped him out in every single way;
There was a bit of holiday in every single day.

Once a year he’d make the trip back to Melbourne – his home,
And every time he’d draw a breath and see how much she’d grown.
All the friends he used to have were actually still quite there,
But the home his heart was longing for, he didn’t quite know where.

His family was the hardest; for them he truly yearned.
Yet new friends can become family; that he truly learned.
So he stayed in his new hometown, waiting for completeness,
And all the while he was feeling torn between homesickness.