Earlier in the day

As the evening falls I will follow it down
through the dimly lit corridors
into old London Town.

the bright lights aware of me
shake quite magnificently
I lift up my eyes to see

When the fix is in and
the bars have gone
the only way forward is
to get up and move on.

The night draws pictures in the sky
why does it feel like
I’m ‘etch a sketch?’
when I am just a poor wretch
making his way home.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.