London Charm Bracelet

The tinkle of the charms as they get forced together by a single gush of wind,
The gold, silver, bronze, all reflecting sunlight.
I feel free and alive when I wear it
I feel like my cousins are standing right next to me - the owners of the
bracelet,
The seven charms brush softly against my wrist,
I can feel the luck rising,
Keeping me happy,
Keeping me alive,
As I put it on, I can feel all the tension running away,
It’s almost like I can hear the clock strike 12 on Big Ben,
I can hear the toot of the taxi as it speeds off down the lane,
I can hear the Grenadier Guards marching across the cobblestone floors,
I see someone put a penny into the phone box and start chatting away,
I reach out and touch the crown jewels, the sun glittering off them,
I can hear the revving of the double decker bus rush off to the next stop,
I can see the blue, red and white all collide into the Union Jack,
My London charm bracelet.