Innocents in London 1950s

 Opera that night the theatre packed
what a sight and sound was there,
we sat in awe the curtain rose our first show !
From the provinces steeped in Doyle Carte
Messiah's Halleluia, Wesley hymns on Sunday;
growing up to do, in this new world . . . .
Lyons Corner house, sandwich bars . .and underground.
Gentle Anteros on his plinth in Piccadilly circus
Soho and bright lights, black cabs neon signs, traffic lights
trains that ran all night, no one seems to sleep.
So the soprano died, the programme said TB
We dried our eyes and the curtain fell.
Then to the street, coffee in a Corner-House
slow to the trains……..And home.