I am gripped with such emotion
\nAt the devotion of the few
\nMy discomfort and uneasiness
\nAnd my agitation too
\nI am in the winter of my life
\nAssaulted by it all
\nA course in tribulation
\nAlas now does befall<\/p>\n
I am made to feel obliged to them
\nFor all that they have done
\nAnd, I so feel like a pawn
\nI know I am their victim
\nAnd again am on the run
\nFrom the truth from all their bluster
\nTheir hollowness my pain
\nReally I am in no mans land
\nMade to feel my life’s in vain<\/p>\n
Relegated really reluctant to regain
\nA presence I can measure
\nWithin my true domain
\nMade to feel so grateful
\nFor this compound I am in
\nCompletely disillusioned
\nMy real health wearing thin<\/p>\n
I am in a turmoil
\nA languor lies within
\nA real insensibility
\nIndifferent to their sin
\nBattered, I feel battered
\nBy the vagaries of life
\nIts been an uphill struggle
\nAnd still I get this strife<\/p>\n
Its a great big huge inversion
\nUndermining how I feel
\nHead over heels and hoping
\nThat somehow they reveal
\nTheir true selves in this undermining
\nOf my inner soul
\nMy juices are all shaken up
\nI am losing my control<\/p>\n
To be confronted by them
\nIs a polarizing force
\nIts shapeless and its featureless
\nWith evil at its source
\nThe rhythm and the harmony
\nIs missing from the mix
\nAnd I am left in limbo
\nFeeling knocked for six<\/p>\n
Sometimes now that I am all alone
\nMy old mind wanders home
\nTo Sri Lanka and the perfume
\nOf Plumiera from the loam
\nAs rich as any anywhere
\nThe lovely yellow heart
\nAnd all those creamy petals
\nAnd oleander on the cart<\/p>\n
Shackled in those circus chains
\nBeaten night and day
\nSavaged really by that Romanian
\nAnd really made to pay
\nWith Bobby Roberts super circus
\nI got a raw deal
\nAnd now alone to wander
\nIt is just how I feel<\/p>\n
The Daily Mail got behind me
\nAnd money was raised I know
\nFirst it was for an elephant park
\nAnd as the funds did grow
\nAnd I was on the horizon
\nThen the experts came
\nAnd I was made to live alone
\nThey should too
\nJust the same<\/p>\n
The worlds is full of experts
\nWho know nothing about me
\nHow do they know what I am thinking
\nElysium could be
\nVery very simple a friend or maybe two
\nBut stuck here being watched by all and sundry
\nIts a zoo<\/p>\n
Its money making thats the truth
\nInvesting for returns
\nAnd I feel like their chattel
\nAnd it really burns
\nThrough my skin into my soul
\nAnd once again I see
\nExperts who know everything
\nBut nothing about me<\/p>\n
Pidurutallagalla the great god in the sky
\nThe outlook was spectacular
\nTo anybody’s eye
\nAcross the many forests
\nAnd verdant PATANA land
\nThe stillness and the solitude
\nThat Mother nature planned<\/p>\n
The Great Western and Talakanda
\nWere my birthright and therefore
\nEverything that has happened here
\nI just try, to ignore
\nThe spirit of Sri Lanka
\nSixty years ago
\nCompared to LONGLEAT
\nWhere I am now at
\nReally riles me so<\/p>\n
Adrian is out there
\nThe poet is as well and lots and lots of lovely souls
\nAnd I do understand
\nThe compromises people make
\nWithout true thought and care
\nThey just throw money at us
\nAnd pass on their despair<\/p>\n
I guess I have to grin and bear it
\nLet Mother Time take her course
\nAnd if I am lonely and feel the pain
\nJust go back to my source
\nGo back to those joyful times
\nThose hours I spent in dream
\nAnd try to forget the arrogance
\nFrom this present LONGLEAT team<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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