People immigrate for food, shelter and clad,
It brings sometimes sorrow sometimes glad.
For immigration they do leave native place,
Some do with a hope to get wealth and bless.
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This searching poem gave me the the idea of writing 'The Migrant'. It is sad if immigrants acquire wealth in their new country, but do not look after their elderly parents.There is not enough respect for older people in the world, and in my country there is too much 'elder abuse'.
Nice about migration! Leaf carries letter. Calmness is inside own mind. This we should feel. Soul is pure. Nature impacts on soul. This is a great poem and you are a nice poet.
People moving here and there! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
picture of Fay Slimm xSuch a sad message and so well expressed in this needed reminder that wealth is never the answer to parental care - love shown is by far the best way. Thank you for sharing these thoughts. 10 Dec 2014 by Fay Slimm | Reply picture of Chris G. Vaillancourt xsuperb write! 10 Dec 2014 by Chris G. Vaillancourt | Reply Note: These comments are received through PF.
For food and shelter people migrate from one place to another. This poem is very nice.