Tourist Walk
Chancery lane at 5 o’clock
Towards the Strand I go
It’s a tourist kind of walk
I do not pretend to know
Every building that looks great
Winter air is damp and soft
Passed the wig shop, by the gate
Of the Ede and Ravenscroft
Stopped to see familiar faces
But there are no more
Sellers changed in many places
That I’ve known before
On the Strand Cross Keys are gone
Popped in Cheshire Cheese
And I nearly said hello
Same as always, please..
Seems like no one cares to know
How time shifts through time
Filed and saved as picture show
For some tourists eye.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2024
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