The Expatriate

Beyond the distant lands,
And across the vast sea,
He travelled forth for fortune,
Leaving behind familiarity.

In pursuit of excellence in skill
As when Apollo plays the lyre,
He wished to elevate his existence,
Follow his passions, his fire!

The months passed as he labored
So quickly that he couldn't keep score.
He was fulfilling himself spiritually,
And wished to do so evermore.

Soon enough came the call,
From his friend so close.
To be wed-locked in a ceremony,
Without him, would be morose.

With the joy of seeing loved ones
And excitement on his mind,
He travelled back in anticipation
To be together with his kind.

The reunion was ecstatic,
Many reasons to be merry.
Soon it was time to leave again,
For none can slow time's ferry.

Returning to the quiet house,
And resuming life's daily grind.
He reminisces the recent encounters,
What he has left behind.

While he was given purpose here
And life's satisfaction grew.
Family and friends who love
Were here only far and few.

Confusion over his feelings
Is the current state.
Such was the dichotomy
Of an expatriate's fate.