sonnet to london

can you imagine souls of riches past
embedded here, entombed within these walls?
and time and time again the years fly fast
so man's attempt at happiness just falls.
in london town, there's just so much to see --
the lay, the noble, palace grounds, the poor,
the street performers, beggars, you and me --
and can't experience all in one bus tour.
but that's what makes dear london so unique:
the streets that don't align and roads that bend
give off an aura that one wants to seek.
and with its love, on journeys, it will send.
i know for sure i'll miss it in my heart --
but in my mind, we're not that far apart.