Colin F. Jones


Lives are not wasted when you die,
So waste them not while you live,
Do not honour me where I might lie,
If there was none while alive to give.
Salute me now if you will,
Wait not for my bones to rot,
Before I have steadied my rifle to kill,
Then by another’s bullet I’m shot.
I wasted not the life I once had,
I lived it be assured to the full,
So be not distraught and sad,
Though my grave looks morbid and dull.
I had my time and it passed away,
Now live yours and let me decay.