Colin F. Jones

DEATH WILL WIN

Now that I feel the wear and tear of life,
Knowing my time is slowly in decline,
I can measure with my joy unpleasant strife,
And note the scales are evenly in line.
Choice was absent for many years for me,
One can only use the opportunities one has,
For one cant observe if one cannot see,
The doorway to the vital hidden path.
But I don’t look back bitterness I leave behind,
No good cause dwells in a rearward view,
Only by going forward can you find,
Which way to go which friend is really true.
And I have solved each problem on the way,
Death will win but death I still delay.