Colin F. Jones
WHAT EVERYBODY IS
Most poets write about themselves, you know,
and yet they are what everybody is,
who have experience of their lives to show,
that what is hers is hers and his is his.
The young do like to know of past event,
yet by their question not by older will,
for to us all life is only lent,
and yours might save a life or one life kill.
To take a life does not redeem another
and dying for a cause is wasted gain;
tis severed love when brother dies for brother,
for when a brother dies he leaves but pain.
So much of what we are is counterfeit
and all the things we do we will repeat.
©Copyright February 18, 2002 by Colin F. Jones