Colin F. Jones

WHAT HAPPENED TO GOOD CHEER

I am sick of writing about war,
I’ve lived so many years in peace,
But veterans seem to restore,
What they seem not to want to cease.
What is the point – the past is gone,
The dead have long been dead,
All that was done has now been done,
What has been said is said.
We complain because we can’t forget,
Yet we revive it every year,
That PTSD lives in us yet,
And will never disappear,
It seems a waste of thought and time,
What the hell happened to good cheer.