Colin F. Jones
He can smell the decay inside himself,
He knows that soon it will be his time;
Death will ignore his accumulated wealth,
Reward him not for service or for crime.
He’s enclosed his life in a single moment,
Once more lived it through to the end,
His children were an enjoyable component,
But he valued most his warrior friends.
But his friends, they are all gone now,
He has seen all of them wither and die,
What they fought for is meaningless now,
It matters not if the truth was a lie.
It’s over; the final mystery revealed!
Though to see it he closes his eye.
©Copyright October 1, 2007 by Colin F. Jones