The Great Mansion

The Great Mansion

It's a majestic thing to all who see

The Mansion across the horizon

With rose gardens and tall trees

Stood tall on its stead - unshaken.

Passing by the moor, an old man often

Smiled gladly when his eyes caught

This magnificent structure abandoned

By time, which was once admired a lot.

It was a palace all sang and danced, it prayed

For everyone to live and enjoy life with charm;

Where grandmas baked and children played

It welcomed every living soul with open arms.

It was a home for lovers of romance:

In the rose garden, under the starry night

Embracing each other in a complete trance;

For all other eyes it was a delightful sight.

Now he stood very close to it - very upset.

Admiring every detail crafted up by pouring sweat.

Then his proud smile gradually began to fade

When the liveliness was lost - what fate!

He couldn't accept its failure in the struggle

With time, of being the dear thing - forever;

Where he saw little kids play and giggle

Is now filled with haunting silence all over.

It was once a castle of a great king

And there were celebrations all the time.

Everything is blown away by howling wind

For emptiness to prevail like eternal sunshine.

It is neither pleasing those new eyes,

Nor it is a structure of glory anymore.

He wonders why it can't be otherwise:

Why can't it stand a chance anymore?

It steals attention of anyone passing on the way,

But it remains just as good as anything to watch;

"It was a great mansion," is what they say,

And share its stories holding a glass of scotch.

He longs to live in the mansion as before

Thinking he could rediscover his inner self,

But it looked old fashioned and he couldn't adore

As it is gravely beaten by time, like himself.

Left in ruins, will it die alone in oblivion?

Or survive as a legend in pages of History?

Why does anyone care where he is buried in

When all his noble deeds are deemed ordinary?

Thus goes the song of roaring rise and silent fall

All the hard worked footprints slowly get erased

Time always wins to cause imminent downfall

Paving way for the new breed of things to race.