Colin F. Jones

HOW

How can one live to be old
And never feel sad,
Unless he’s lived a sheltered life
Always feeling glad.
The earth is not a happy place
Tis merciless and cruel,
The affluent dine upon the poor
The intellectual upon the fool.
We always long for something else
Outside our sacred selves,
When all that is needed for us to live
Inside us quietly dwells;
Where we store our gentle angels,
Among the devils of our Hells.