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.
