Colin F. Jones
WHEN THE VETERAN DIES
Awarded: March 30, 2004They will follow me; they will come after.
Those who knew me for a brief time –
They will recall me and my laughter
As they do blossom and I decline.
This flower will wither in a field of roses,
Where fairies gather in Angelic dreams,
Where my shadow from true love composes
Silent ripples on the vanished stream.
But once you knew me; for one brief hour,
A snowman built from all your flakes,
A complex petal a part of your flower,
Who made no error but made mistakes.
I am your past and you my tomorrow,
Where my joy begins as you do sorrow.
©Copyright March 14, 2004 by Colin F. Jones