Colin F. Jones

LET US MAKE THE BEST OF THINGS

Let us make the best of things,
For we know not what tomorrow brings;
A time of famine or a time of war,
A time of love; time to adore.
For he who saw his comrades die
Without the chance to say goodbye,
To carry yet a lifetime pain
That every night his mind doth claim,
Knows that a moment ends it all,
That in a moment a man can fall,
That dreams can end still freshly formed,
Still with achievements hope adorned.
So yes let’s make the best of things
For we know not what tomorrow brings