She was a tourist, folks did say
She stood on Toronto’s street
Her hat in hand, her smile was free
She knew that soon, she’d eat!
She was a tourist in many ways
A foreigner in this place
Through different eyes, she gazed upon
The glory of the human race.
So many people, so many kinds
Unique, but similar in ways
Their habits, thoughts, their teeth and smiles
Moved through their many days.
A cancer appeared among the crowd
And roared it’s loud refrain
“See me, feel me, smell me… NOW
With you – I forever will remain!
Your freedom, thoughts, your words, your time
It’s all mine to possess
You are a tourist in this place…
No matter how you dress.”
“Dear cancer,” she said, with a patient smile
With distance on her lips
“I am of yours and you of mine
But, at times, we will pass as ships
I have no beef against you now
Nor do I suffer wrath
For in this moment I will basque
And walk this foreign path.”
With that the cancer disappeared
Took flight to another road
She stood defiant, tall, and strong
For then, He had taken up her load.
She was a tourist, some did say
Far away from home
Her life’s long journey lead her far
… She never walked alone.