Mid Afternoon Traffic: Toronto To Mississauga
What kind of life here led,
in the urging city,
where a man lays his head to sleep,
while the sun still hangs heavy in the sky,
"It's a cryin' shame",
and who else to blame but self
and endless generations who toiled and moiled
to bring ceaseless passive routine,
and I who too resist the temptation
to lay down and let life pass away,
toil and moil for a vision of true voice
and communion with all-
the movement of verse to soul and spirit-
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