Author Witter Bynner I left home young. I return old, Speaking as then, but with hair grown thin; And my children, meeting me, do not know me. They smile and say: “Stranger, where do 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