Author Victor H. Mair I left home as a youth and am returning an old man—The sounds of my hometown have not changed, yet the hair on my temples is receding;The children look at me but do not recognize me—Laughing, they ask, “Guest, where have you come from?” Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments