Colin F. Jones

THE FLAG IS FALLING

The flag is falling…
Slipping down the mast.
Tis the bugle calling,
Soldiers from the past.
Is it a warning
that life is trust,
From a mysterious dawning
That ends in dust?
All things must end,
All Nations fall,
Though we pretend,
Death saves us all…
That it’s in God’s hands,
Not ours at all.