Colin F. Jones


How many verses can one write on war
When never will it in one’s heart restore
A sense of peace that would its substance quell
Because one seeks not heaven but war’s Hell?
What would a poet called a war poet be,
If he did write of peace for all to see,
‘Twould not perhaps his morbid mind reflect,
For anything less than tragic he’d reject.
There is joy in sadness I know that to be true,
I made it work that way when I was blue,
And yet days pass and clouds fade in the sky,
And all sad moments likewise they should die,
For age should bring us wisdom over fear,
That for ourselves we never shed a tear.