Poem

Whenever I go up to the office in London, I pass this excerpt of a poem. The rest of it is written along the wall of the underpass, which is where these stairs lead. Many years ago I would walk this way, past what was a cardboard city full of homeless people. Usually I would be on my way to the Lyceum to see some band. The homeless were cleared away and replaced by an iMax theatre. A few homeless people still sleep down here and it often smells of urine, but the poem can help take your mind away from the gloom. Not so easy for the homeless though.