Anne

I am gripped with such emotion
At the devotion of the few
My discomfort and uneasiness
And my agitation too
I am in the winter of my life
Assaulted by it all
A course in tribulation
Alas now does befall

I am made to feel obliged to them
For all that they have done
And, I so feel like a pawn
I know I am their victim
And again am on the run
From the truth from all their bluster
Their hollowness my pain
Really I am in no mans land
Made to feel my life’s in vain

Relegated really reluctant to regain
A presence I can measure
Within my true domain
Made to feel so grateful
For this compound I am in
Completely disillusioned
My real health wearing thin

I am in a turmoil
A languor lies within
A real insensibility
Indifferent to their sin
Battered, I feel battered
By the vagaries of life
Its been an uphill struggle
And still I get this strife

Its a great big huge inversion
Undermining how I feel
Head over heels and hoping
That somehow they reveal
Their true selves in this undermining
Of my inner soul
My juices are all shaken up
I am losing my control

To be confronted by them
Is a polarizing force
Its shapeless and its featureless
With evil at its source
The rhythm and the harmony
Is missing from the mix
And I am left in limbo
Feeling knocked for six

Sometimes now that I am all alone
My old mind wanders home
To Sri Lanka and the perfume
Of Plumiera from the loam
As rich as any anywhere
The lovely yellow heart
And all those creamy petals
And oleander on the cart

Shackled in those circus chains
Beaten night and day
Savaged really by that Romanian
And really made to pay
With Bobby Roberts super circus
I got a raw deal
And now alone to wander
It is just how I feel

The Daily Mail got behind me
And money was raised I know
First it was for an elephant park
And as the funds did grow
And I was on the horizon
Then the experts came
And I was made to live alone
They should too
Just the same

The worlds is full of experts
Who know nothing about me
How do they know what I am thinking
Elysium could be
Very very simple a friend or maybe two
But stuck here being watched by all and sundry
Its a zoo

Its money making thats the truth
Investing for returns
And I feel like their chattel
And it really burns
Through my skin into my soul
And once again I see
Experts who know everything
But nothing about me

Pidurutallagalla the great god in the sky
The outlook was spectacular
To anybody’s eye
Across the many forests
And verdant PATANA land
The stillness and the solitude
That Mother nature planned

The Great Western and Talakanda
Were my birthright and therefore
Everything that has happened here
I just try, to ignore
The spirit of Sri Lanka
Sixty years ago
Compared to LONGLEAT
Where I am now at
Really riles me so

Adrian is out there
The poet is as well and lots and lots of lovely souls
And I do understand
The compromises people make
Without true thought and care
They just throw money at us
And pass on their despair

I guess I have to grin and bear it
Let Mother Time take her course
And if I am lonely and feel the pain
Just go back to my source
Go back to those joyful times
Those hours I spent in dream
And try to forget the arrogance
From this present LONGLEAT team