Wednesday, 11 September 2019

London Back Then



I went to London and stood in the street.

Right there.
That’s where the building was.
The office block where it all started.

Up there in the air.
About that high.
That’s where my office was.

The building is now no longer there.
But I can see it in my mind.
Right up there, that’s where I sat at my desk.

That high from the ground.
And that deep in from the edge of the sidewalk.
Right up there in the sky.

I walked down a corridor up there
To all the other rooms.
That’s where we all were. Right up there.

There were others too.
On the many floors below us.
But we were right up the top overlooking London.

The building is gone now all those years hence.
Replaced by this grey block
Which they call modern living.

Ours was an imposing building.
Fit for the world it represented.
It stood right there by the corner of the street.

That’s where I took my first young faltering steps
Towards a managerial career
Full of struggles, pain and some success.

Up there. Right up in the sky.
On top of the world.
Where the boy made good.

18 comments:

  1. What a poignant - and, on today's awful anniversary - profound share! I'm so glad yours had a happy ending, Victor.

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  2. I have to invoke Mevely's sentiment here, Victor. This is such a touching post on this most difficult day of remembrance in the U. S. Thank you for sharing, my friend.
    Blessings!

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    1. As I mentioned on your Blog, Martha, let us pray for world peace.

      God bless you all.

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  3. I hope we can all find and experience peace. It begins way up there in the heavens.

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    1. Amen, Bill. I guess peace starts within each one of us, only then can it spread to others. Let us pray for peace.

      God bless you always.

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  4. Lovely poem and I agree with Mevely.

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  5. Sigh. A heavy day. Your words threaded it well.

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  6. So many memories. How often i wish things could stay the same.

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  7. Oh Victor...I truly enjoyed this!
    I admit that I cherish old architecture. I detest modern architecture with its cold glass and steel exteriors.

    God's Blessings ✝

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    1. The old building where I worked is no longer there. They've rebuilt something "new".

      God bless you, Jan.

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  8. It's not only London, many places have changed. I do not always like the modern but it's the way the world is going!

    An enjoyable poem Victor, thank you.

    All the best Jan

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    1. I stood there for a while, Jan, and watched the place where the original building was, and where my office was.

      God bless you.

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