In a city of six million souls

How can anyone be alone?

Come and walk a while with me

To see how this can be done.

I bet you thought this poem

Was the old song by Ralph Mctell

But these are the ‘new’ streets of London

My personal kind of hell.

The forgotten hero has died

A long long time ago

No one cared and no one cried

Everyone here’s on the go.

Old ladies still carry their homes

In two old carrier bags

But nobody pays them any mind

Now they’re just old hags.

The a...

On the train everybody reads

Avoiding each others eyes

So there are no uncomfortable moments

Like those when somebody lies

Personal space is very closed these days

Papers music and a book

Bags, rucksacks and luggage

Don’t even get a second look

Everybody has headphones on

Or is sending some one a text

I look around me and wonder

What ever will come next

Nobody hears the announcer

As he says ‘the train terminates here’

So we all sit the...