Colin F. Jones

NOTHING LEFT TO SHARE

I did not go to the welcome home,
It came too late for me.
I spent that day all alone
Under my favourite tree

I guess it made ‘em happy
It made me happy too
Just thinking of them marching
Without the sacred few

I guess it was a chapter
That took so long to write
That in the end didn’t matter
‘cept for the mind’s respite

Still I get so sad
When I think of those we lost
Hell! It wasn’t so bad,
If we don’t count the cost

No I didn’t go to celebrate
‘cause I knew they weren’t there
It’s hard, you know, to lose a mate;
There’s nothin’ left to share.