London

The juxtaposition of old and new

where glass and steel stand high and tall

next to cobbled lanes, alleyways, old abandoned market stalls

palaces, towers, bridges, so much to view

The history, the many mysteries, this city

so big, so full, it can swallow you whole

as you stroll down its lanes, its a maze like patrol

can feel dark and dirty, downright gritty, it can also be so pretty

Walk in the footsteps of gangsters, killers, criminals and thieves

alongside royalty, kings and queens, authors, artists, musicians and poets

take the path of the rippers of the past, tour through their minds, at their lowest

their shadows remain in the darkness of night, under the moonlight, the city breathes

pass through a way, where back in the day, a flame, an ember, a spark

ignited the city burned down its heart, caused a lot of misery

a monument remains to mark the place, just a flicker of history

next to a skyscraper that glints in the lights, a beacon, a landmark

The homes of celebrities from the past, the old familiar names

the street signs, the names so ingrained in our minds

political figures and people of lore, history books tell us of their times

this city so full, of life and soul, so enjoyable to walk its old lanes

A drink to the past, a watering hole with a story

The Blind Beggar, The Ten Bells, these told of mystery

others where music bleeds and artistry was freed

where poets and writers, great thinkers let thoughts breed

This city so dark, harsh and scary

yet kind warm and full of heart

the memories I take away with me, will forever be a part

to look at when times are cold, it is truly legendary

Thanks for reading,

Kyle.