Colin F. Jones

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Having given, then received, what do you owe,
More have you served than that done for thee,
Do you not reap from the seeds you sow?
To a servant rewards are never given free.
Ah, gallant in thy role ‘tis your duty now,
To wallow in the public eye with those as you,
Who were rewarded for the fields they ploughed,
With selfless effort furrows straight and true.
Fan the flame so long as it doth burn,
That from its warmth the benefits are felt,
For soon enough red hot will glow the urn,
That despite its true intention it will melt
For every fire that burns destroys itself,
Losing all its righteousness and wealth.