I walk among the crowds on Yonge Street.
A tenor saxophone wailing in my head:
A character out of a two bit novel –
World weary case hardened detective
looking into the innocent, pleasure stunned
Faces of those around me, for a fellow traveller.
For one who has been there done that got the scars --
For one who bears their scars with pride.
I see none. I stalk on in the company of my past:
My failures, my screwed up affairs, betrayals
All that has moulded , formed made me me
Without which I’d be as clueless innocent
As those who walk beside me. I stalk on–
Looking, searching, alone, content.....
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Yonge street the main st in Toronto
yonge and charles --- i used to live near there
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Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on January 14, 2003
To stalk and walk does not bring contentment, and you know it John. Especially when you can't find what you seek and turn inward. Great write. Bill Murray
Hi John..enjoyed this... Took me back to many years ago when I visited C'da and walked on Yonge Street..great memories..
I probably passed you on the street..:>)
Hugs,
Jenni
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It was like being there - vivid.
I like your style.
I probably passed you on the street..:>)
Hugs,
Jenni
A tenor saxophone wailing in my head: "
Powerful beginning . . .
Excellent. Hope you can
go back some day. :)
Looking, searching, ..... content quite alone