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Saviour City

By: Wendy Young

About The Poem

What can I say? London saved me. Thank you London.

The Poem

Thank You London

For saving this wreck

For giving me the chance to resurrect

For saving this nondescript with nothing but baggage

For giving me a purpose – rebuilding the damage

Thank you tradition but thank God for the M1

Thank you National Express for bringing me home

To recapture youth, shed hardened skins

For streets paved with gum that’s old

For making me see they are all gold

For solid buildings bringing me stability

For THF hotels employing me, thank you Mr Forte!

For opening these childish eyes

Forgiving my mistakes

For the path to the truth

For giving me diversity

For GLC concerts to see, The Smiths and The Fall for free

For letting my problems fly with the wind up Oxford Street at 3am

For Routemasters outside Hammersmith Palais, black cabs home from Camden Palace

Underground’s warmth in morning’s first carriage

Ere Batcave, The Mud Club, Jean Pierre’s and Gossips

For you Bakerloo, waking me in time

For taking me to the end of the line

When I dream of leaving, moan at overcrowding, when I tire of you

I remember how you saved my life and gave me a new start

Thank you London, from the bottom of my heart.

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