Come walk with me;
talk with me
of loneliness,
of dying,
the need for crying.
Believe
not to argue
or explain.
Can you relate,
communicate,
bring two brings into one?
I talk of things I shall never see,
kings unborn and the false me,
I open a door here and there,
Is it me that you see;
The me crying out my need?
I am lonely, I am sad.
The music that I play,
is it me;
can I be?
Am I …
a collage of false images and other people’s dreams?
I do not know what I want,
what I will be,
the Mongol khan,
the conqueror,
the meek,
the peacemaker.
Just me alone,
unable to communicate
relate
belong.
The empty void within,
crying to the empty void without.
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Hi, I am Eric, a retired librarian. I was born in St. Michael's Hospital, Toronto and raised in the downtown area north of the Art Gallery, south of the University of Toronto. I went to Orde Street Public School, Harbord C.I., University College at the UofT and the UofT's Faculty of Library and Information Science. I meet my wife Patricia at FLIS; our first date was on November 15, 1968. We were engaged February 14, 1969 and married on June 21, 1969. Our family includes son, James; daughter-in-law, Erin; (both writers), grand-daughters, Vivian and Eleanor; and Sonic, a very friendly ginger tabby. My beloved wife died January 7, 2017 and our 19 year old cat Pooka died January 8, 2017.
I would like to hear from any other class of '63 alumni of Harbord C.I. and class of '67 alumni of UofT's University College.
Eric C. Bow 