Stranger in Town

Some folks say it was a cold day
When the stranger came to town.
Why he came our way, he wouldn't say,
Cutting off talk with his frown.

I was then just a lad of ten,
Free to play as I wanted.
That was when I feared not such men,
So, I followed, undaunted.

He walked in peace along our streets
Like he knew them long ere now.
Although where the new the old meets,
Puzzlement wrinkled his brow.

I was surprised when I realized
He was heading to my home.
I soon surmised 'twas it he prized
And why he came here to roam.

He saw me then where I'd hidden
And called for me to come near.
'Though I did as I was bidden.
That planted the seed of fear.

"You do live here, with parents dear?"
The stranger asked most kindly.
It seemed so clear I'd naught to fear,
So I set it behind me.

"Yes, it's true; but I know not you
Nor reason for your visit.
I followed to see what you'd do;
My home is your goal, is it?"

"My home," he sighed, standing outside
As his eyes scanned all about,
He hardly tried to hide his pride --
Of that, I had not a doubt.

Quick as he came, he left again,
Having done what he'd to do.
His look then caused me to refrain
His trail to further pursue.

Who was that stranger in our town?
I think often it was I.
Deep into nostalgia pulled down,
He came for a last goodbye.