Colin F. Jones
ANOTHER QUIET ROOM
I guess they can’t hear the guns in his mind,
Nor be aware of the sadness that dwells in his heart.
Nor by looking at him, can they ever find
The loyalty and love that sets him apart.
They just see an old man who never was young,
Who has always been crippled and withered by time,
Who can’t understand the songs that are sung;
Just a decrepit old codger who is stupid and blind.
They know not of this Warrior, once strong and proud,
Who fought for the freedom they now joyfully share;
Who keeps to himself and avoids all the crowds
For the simple truth is – they simply don’t care.
And he lacks the ability to make it all known
As like a baby they wheel him to another quiet room.
©Copyright April 30, 2005 by Colin F. Jones