Colin F. Jones

VANISHED DREAM

I did not know in times gone by,
What caused a grown up man to cry.
Grown up men I saw as strong,
All that they did was never wrong.
I knew not of their violent war,
Nor knew of really what they saw.
I knew we owed those men a lot,
I’ve always been thankful for what I’ve got.
Yet now I’m a veteran of my own,
That same respect few folk have shown,
That I lose sight of why I fought,
That in the doldrums I am caught,
Treading water in mid stream,
Grasping for a vanished dream.