Colin F. Jones


He who mourns, mourns alone,
for life lives not beneath the stone,
What we lose we do not own,
thus we celebrate to atone.
Though we weep we know that joy
the enemy cannot destroy.
Thus we stand strong and mourn our dead,
as though they were alive instead;
Because it’s not about one man
who seeks private glory if he can.
It’s about being true to what we claim
that losses leave us still the same,
Determined always to see it through
despite the protests of the few.