And on familiar streets he did walk up and down
Yet to everyone he met his was a stranger's face
On his home streets he did feel out of place
A stranger where his life journey for him began
And where from a boy he grew into a man
Where years ago to many he was one of their own
He was just an ageing stranger to anyone not known
A stranger where he first looked on the light of day
In a town he did love but in did not choose to stay
Time brings with it changes as the wise one does say
On returning home he is not the first migrant to have felt this way
He will never return to his first hometown again
And only the memories with him does remain
Of the what used to be in the long ago
Before time that ages did become his foe.
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