Driving Seat Of Knowledge - London Hackney Carriage Driver (For Paul Sweeney) Poem by Cecelia GrantPeters

From his driving seat of "Knowledge" he drives down to Leicester Square
Taking rides from all and sundry, all the world has been his fare.
When life's path was dark and dreary, when the nights were cold and drab
He imparted to the masses "Knowledge", from his Hackney Cab.
On life's journey he continues with "The Knowledge" to sustain
Recollections in his stories, speak of laughter, joy and pain.

Yet still onwards, upwards, downwards, up and down he promptly goes
Every street he can recall, and every monument he knows.
They say "Driver, can you take me to my suite in Berkeley Square
Or maybe down to Claridges, Harrods, Bond Street, Leicester Square? "
Inns of Court, well they come easy, he can take you on demand,
Kings Bench, Queens Bench, Harcourt Chambers, and the Royal in the Strand.

It took years to learn ‘"The Knowledge"', now with ease and savoir faire
He can drive you down to Soho, Lincolns Inn or Berkeley Square.
All his life he's had "The Knowledge", life has taken him thus far
He imparts all worldly wisdom from the driving seat of his car.
All his working life they greet him, saying "Driver" do you care
To take me down to Claridges, and then later, Leicester Square.

From the driving seat of knowledge, driving people up and down
The entire world he shuffles, through the heart of London Town.
Using all his well learned "Knowledge", shuffling in his daily grind
Using all his skills and powers his destination for to find.
They say, "Driver, can you take me, oh hurry, please be quick
Down to Dalston in the East, onward then to Hackney Wick.


The entire world he shuffles, through the streets of London Town.
From the Mews Houses in Knightsbridge to the Courts of Canning Town
Further "Knowledge" he acquired hearing stories everywhere
From the throngs of Piccadilly, Park Lane, Bloomsbury, Leicester Square.
When his working day is over, he can slowly make his way
To his home in leafy Camberley, perhaps smiling all the way.

All his life he's had "The Knowledge', all his life's he's paid the tab
For the driving seat of learning is the seat of a London Cab.