a foggy day

i was a stranger in the city, out of town were the people i knew, i had that feeling of self-pity, what to do? what to do? what to do?, the outlook was decidedly blue, but as i walked through the foggy streets alone, it turned out to be the luckiest day i've known, a foggy day in london town, had me low and had me down, i viewed the morning with alarm, the british museum had lost its charm, how long, i wondered, could this thing last?, but the age of miracles hadn't passed, for, suddenly, i saw you there, and through foggy london town, the sun was shining everywhere.