By Giorgia Madonno Marco Polo Consulting
Changed
From the outskirts of the town,
Where of old the mile-stone stood,
Now a stranger, looking down,
I behold the shadowy crown
Of the dark and haunted wood.
It is changed, or am I changed?
Ah! The oaks are fresh and green,
But the friends with whom I ranged
Through their thickets are estranged
By the years that intervene.
Where of old the mile-stone stood,
Now a stranger, looking down,
I behold the shadowy crown
Of the dark and haunted wood.
It is changed, or am I changed?
Ah! The oaks are fresh and green,
But the friends with whom I ranged
Through their thickets are estranged
By the years that intervene.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
What a beautiful poem describing the feeling of someone visiting back his hometown while living abroad.
Because we are all in transition and changing all the time:
Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. . . .
“I— I hardly know, Sir, just at present ,”
Alice replied rather shyly,
“at least I know who I was when I got up this morning,
but I think I must have changed several times since then.”—
LEWIS CARROLL Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
I like the first poem...exactly how I felt during my first few years returning home. 16 years have since passed since I left New York, each year with few less friends. But this past year have managed to reconnect with a few more who are truly friends because we picked up where we left off as if time and distance were never between us. Penh Huynh
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