Colin F. Jones


What is there left for old veteran men to do,
Most all of life passed by them years ago,
Than to complain and push their points of view,
And pretend there ain’t a thing that they don’t know.
Life for each is that which fills the head,
‘Tis all those thoughts that you can keep or share,
For all else on Earth you can render dead,
For there is no point in living in despair.
And yet like children still they take offence,
And stress themselves with self-centred rue,
Smarting from youth’s failures strained and tense,
Regretful of the things they could not do.
For retrospection will always bring them pain,
For all veterans know it can’t be done again.