A Southwark story
I have picked a path
through the day
and now that the sun is setting
I sit here wallowing
in the afterglow
light softly fading
as time settles down
for the night
Within what memories
I have lived these hours past
of moments and places
and feelings that can never
be relinquished
down by the silent river
or along those dusty streets
where nothing ever changes
where nothing will ever
be the same again
John Lyons