Expatriate that I am
I still travel from time to time
To that country to which I am not native
But into which I immigrated
Went through all the tests to become a citizen
And had to leave again
Finding no steady work
No place that would have me and keep me
No place where I could put down roots
And grow
And I am just now ending such a trip
A sojourn through what might have been
And it was good
But it never would have been
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