Our own Ship
As we navigate this ship
Through the glistening dark and the silvery light
Of our changing flavoursome lives
The big exciting city of London
We look fondly down upon
The golden windows of this historic place
Has ancient flare and grace
Big Ben does chime
Many, many times
The Houses of Parliament’s influencing our social and working lives
Yet, we navigate our own ship
As we only dip our fingertips in this manic, fast moving city
We fly to freedom in our own ship
Taking the rough waves of the evening gloomy skies
Along with the smooth shining warming days
We navigate to our own sense of freedom
Going out and living on our own
No maps or instructions to follow
Yet, London city
We will always want to dip our toes
The ship will always be drawn home
By a mysterious magnetic human pull
London you are wonderfully beautiful
We can never truly leave you
Each of us try to
Flying our own ship
Occasionally, taking a little dip
When London is truly missed
Toria
27/7/2023
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