Toronto is newer

Than it once was

Shinier, taller

As if self-conscious

Of its colony status

So it sought to be other;

But the old city remains

Kensington is crowded

And Massey still sings

Close your eyes

The streetcars and the subway

They sound the same

While the old couple

Crossing the street in Chinatown

Step right out on traffic

Unconcerned,

Stop or drive over us – your choice

Toronto stands

A picture of everyone

From everywhere.