Colin F. Jones


We all grow old no matter what,
if disease allows us to,
Be you a hero of a war
or a manager of a zoo.
We all have our memories
some depicting tragic scene,
With losses and fears
though to war they’ve never been.
Some have battled the elements,
some defects of birth;
That I will never judge a person,
who lives upon this Earth.
Be they soldiers or peasants,
They are all of equal worth.