Colin F. Jones
If all the words I use are to express,
My own conclusions; mine only to express,
Then what from you have I learned to say,
That shares the dignity of your different way.
Having trod those fields where you now walk,
Means yes, of grass I can with knowledge talk,
But yet your shoes enclose quite different feet,
Than these old shoes now so obsolete…
That trod a path through Elephant grass and weed,
In sturdy boots that your young feet don’t need,
To leave fine prints across the silver lawn,
Where from your different knowledge will be born.
I so love youth for no matter what “they” say;
Each generation makes brighter every day
©Copyright June 4, 2004 by Colin F. Jones