Eponymous Richler – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In Montreal’s winding streets I roamed,

A wordsmith’s pen my only home,

And in my mind, a world I’d sewn,

With tales of life, both rich and lone.

My name is Mordecai Richler,

A voice for those who are not heard,

I write of love and loss and pain,

Of fathers, sons, and all that’s vain.

From Duddy Kravitz to Barney Panofsky,

My characters may be quite bossy,

But each one carries a bit of me,

A piece of soul, a slice of glee.

I’ve journeyed far across the land,

To foreign shores and burning sand,

But still, my heart remains with thee,

My Montreal, my home, my key.

So raise a glass, to those who write,

Who bring to life the day and night,

And though I may be gone one day,

My words will stay, and with them, stay.