The Thames goes under London Bridge,
This year, like last
The present turns to past.
It’s day then night then day while I
Watch the Thames go by.
Lift your fingers and touch mine:
We make a bridge in air.
You and I stood here
This year, last year, and every day
Building a bridge of clay.
Building a bridge of silver and gold:
Love dissolves and is washed away.
Washed away like wood and clay.
London Bridge has fallen down
We thought we’d built in stone.
Silver and gold are stolen away;
London’s dark and daylight’s gone;
Our hands have fallen away.
With you and now without you I
Watch the years go by.
Laurence Lerner