Colin F. Jones

LONG SHADOWS

There comes a raven when the shadows are long,
It speaks no words it sings no song,
For life can have but one sad end,
For to the shadows we all belong.
There is no dignity in growing old,
It dismays the weak and defeats the bold
That young folk do not comprehend,
For they know not yet the price of gold.
Life does not bring one happiness:
To have lived it, one is sad.
All that it gives it takes away,
For joy in misery is always clad.