Colin F. Jones


Look how they line the streets and wave their flags,
While that great flag upon the mast-pole sags,
To share a moment they don’t understand,
With all the shuffling veteran’s and the band.
A festive day built on the veteran’s pain,
Who finds himself a soldier once again.
Thus once again reminded of his war,
That memories lost are once again restored.
He must not forget lest his pain subside,
With images of his comrades who have died,
Sadness must be with him to the grave,
For from himself he cannot really save
And at day’s end when tired he goes home,
To that silent darkness where he weeps alone.