Colin F. Jones

IT’S ALL RELEVANT

It matters not what people say,
They will criticize then go away,
I don’t care, for my life’s my own,
And I live it gladly all alone.
‘Tis all we have; us old bards,
Just words that time with life retards;
Sweet wives if luck has gone our way,
Who know where all the Devils play.
I’ll live my time and then I’ll die;
There is no point in asking why.
I’ve played the cards that I was dealt;
Seen suns rise and deep snow melt,
It is all so relevant – as is the war,
For none know what they’re fighting for.