A Southwark story

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


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