There is no reason for us to quicken
Up the pace of the day we are living
For there is nothing that can be taken
When the moment is all about giving.
We’ve found ourselves in the heart of old town
With windy paths waiting to be explored.
If the choice is bad, we can go back down
To find one our memories will adore.
There are rest’rants with food to be eaten,
And mementoes chirping from the store fronts.
Though the many streets have been well beaten,
It feels like we’re the only one who hunts.
This day and this city belongs to us,
And where it takes us, I will put my trust.
John Collings 