The irony of a man, blind his whole life,
Throwing away his stick, which was his forever guide.
The irony of his audacious guts all in all.
Isn’t ‘forever’ the sweetest cons of them all?
The irony of how just like after the rain; once cold and wet,
The umbrella became a burden, how easily do you forget?
The irony of a lender with wealth so bright,
Wishing you get ahold of a good fortune; a more prosperous plight.
The irony of how the man dares to call to God in fear,
Abandoning Him when the skies are all but clear.
The irony of how blessings are soon forgotten,
Gratitude is lost the moment they are sought.
Oh, how loyalty fades when benefits stop,
Leaving voids in hearts; heaviest of them all, with nothing to prop!
Leo Sinali Onela Sedara Senarath.
