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.