Colin F. Jones


You own not your own sweet life,
Thus sir, own not your darling wife,
For all that lives dwells on a lease,
That time shall not from it ere cease;
Life has a beginning and an end,
That starts not once again my friend;
But always slowly fades and dies,
Despite our truths and all our lies.
Yet for some, who live no more,
There is no purpose for our war,
For theirs deprived them of their day
That has now gone; long passed away.
Yet still we wage what they waged too,
As will our sons, so true, so true.