Colin F. Jones

ONE GLORIOUS RAGE

We shall suffer the joys of our youth in old age,
As we shrink from the centre of life’s sordid stage,
Judging and joking while camouflaging our fear,
As the final sunset of life draws dramatically near.
We shall recall all our failures with greater respect,
And more often for victories acclaim we’ll reject.
For we will grow humble and savour those near,
As we silently weep for those lost we held dear.
Those soldiers those comrades in arms we once knew,
We know will be thinking of each of us too,
Recalling the moments when the adrenalin was high,
When the order was “do it” or “damn it man die!”
Yes we will suffer our youth in the pain of old age,
But the time we have left will be one glorious rage!