Colin F. Jones
I’ve turned from all those things I cannot do,
Approving limits that my youth despised,
When all such thoughts were tainted with the view,
That to accept defeat was not a thought one prized.
Time defeats all pride and disputes pretence,
Gnawing at knees and dimming wiser eyes,
That what once seemed so challenging and immense,
Is viewed now with no hint of real surprise.
Even the battles we fought seem so long ago,
And even trivial now that our sons have gone,
To do those things that we who’ve done it know,
Will change the lives of every single one.
But we don’t protest for we still think it right,
Though a tear makes dimmer this old veteran’s sight.
©Copyright October 13, 2004 by Colin F. Jones