Colin F. Jones

FOR THOSE WHO FOLLOW

While dusk rehearses tomorrows dawn,
Confiscating yesterday,
A lasting image is redrawn,
Lest it fade or go away.
For we who are our living past,
The spirits of its worth,
Know that the length our shadows cast,
Mark the history of our Earth.
We live and die yet we leave,
Something of ourselves behind,
For those who follow to perceive,
The way history was defined,
That maybe they will still believe,
The good Lord to man was kind.