Home Sweet Fatherland

And after all these years of longing for home, the time has come, as it always does, to heal most wounds, and home doesn’t beckon as much, and you feel new roots grabbing hold of you in your surroundings, and when you do go back to visit, you realize that

the familiar roads are not as wide and smooth,

the house you grew up in is not as big,

and the fashion not as hip

as you remember.

Your parents are old, the old ones gone,

and the young – don’t know you;

nothing stayed the way it was.

And one day, the time will come when you have lived in the New World for as long as you have lived in the Fatherland,

and then,

where do you belong?