Colin F. Jones

CURRENT MODE

When I do pen my words these latter days,
My eyes do mist and quietly I do weep
It seems my joy in sadness still decays
To rot where ever bitterness doth sleep
Tis of times that I ponder thoughts of men
And wonder at the ignorance of their ways,
That God would resurrect them all again
Must not be thoughts in woman as she prays.
I absent yet myself from my few friends
And take myself away from social stream
Forgiving not the foolish who pretend
That real love extends beyond our dreams.
The selfishness that lives in mans desire
Subserves the flames of my angry fire.