Back in the nineteen fifties his Homeland Hungary he was forced to flee <br />And he arrived in Melbourne Victoria as a young refugee <br />He married a good Aussie woman they have one lovely daughter Jo <br />He now is close to seventy and his hard life on him show. <br /> <br />He has not been back to Hungary since he left decades ago <br />And he does not have any family or kin there now and none there he would know <br />He is now an Aussie citizen and in Australia he will stay <br />Until the Reaper claims him the one who will claim all of us one day. <br /> <br />He does not have an enemy and one could not ask for a better friend <br />And if you ask him for a loan money to you he will lend <br />To help those in need of helping he has gone out of his way <br />And those who know him hold him in high esteem and good things of him say. <br /> <br />What is a great loss to Hungary is surely Australia's gain <br />And the strong accent he brought with him is a thing he does retain <br />The young refugee of the fifties is showing his years in gray <br />And the clock on his life is ticking and time ticks and ticks away. <br /> <br />He does not pine for Hungary his old Homeland far away <br />And in this great Southern Country his bones will forever lay <br />A good and decent fellow his heart is in the right place <br />And in the Southern Coastal Town his is a well known face.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ex-refugee/
