Nostalgia

A Poem by lashane cooray

Nostalgia

If I was a proud man,
A man of my word,
My truth will be this,
For all to hear;

Gone are the days, of selfless giving
Gone are the days, of mercy everlasting
Gone are the days, of beauty unblemished
Gone are the days, of valour breathtaking

But a proud man, I am not;
Nor a man of my word,
For I lie, I cheat, I yield now,
To the stench of this rotten, broken world;
And so I say;

Come are the days, of pure indulgence
Come are the days, of petty condemnation
Come are the days, of apathy unyielding
Come are the days, of preachers misleading

I say what I say, for it must be said,
As time has proven, and experiences whispered;
'You are a tainted man, and always you shall be,
Your nostalgia notwithstanding, your inability to act,
In this great time of need.'

So I say what I say;
My heart heavy, my limbs shaking,
My feet weary, my mind unsteady,
As nostalgia for a bygone era,
Overwhelms me.

By Lashane Cooray