London in summer

A summer evening in London is stunning

Hot, happy faces spill onto the sidewalk

I mourn what I am becoming

Strangers pass me, footsteps thrumming

Slight nods before I need to talk

A summer evening in London is stunning

A decade earlier I came running

The memory makes me baulk

I mourn what I am becoming

Sleazy nights succumbing

Circling like a hawk

A summer evening in London is stunning

Before I know it I am gunning

For folks with a fork

I mourn what I am becoming

I perceive the combat oncoming

Passersby gawk

A summer evening in London is stunning

I mourn what I am becoming