Colin F. Jones

NOT VERY LONG

The life of a person is not very long,
Just a word in a verse of a perpetual song.
Some die before knowing and knowing some die,
But we all live for reasons we do not know why.
We sprout from a seed to blossom and bloom,
Kill each other in war many dying too soon.
Then those who survive face the end of it all,
None knowing the fate that on them will fall.
Some will be leaders some followers some not,
Some will hang by the neck and some will be shot.
Mostly they’ll work hard until worn out and old,
Discovering that death claims both the weak and the bold.
That it doesn’t really matter what in life they achieved,
Nor what they destroyed and what they believed.