Written Impromptu upon Returning to My Hometown
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?”
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?”
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