Colin F. Jones

SUMMER WILL COME

If you are not the same as them,
Your spirit they will blame,
By telling lies to bring you down
And cause you bitter shame.

Because they’re not as good as you,
They fear your better sense,
They criticize the things you do,
And act in false pretence.

Being wise you bide your time,
And as the years pass,
You find your life is going fine,
And theirs is crude and crass.

This I know for I was there,
Where you right now do dwell,
Thinking people do not care;
But that! You must repel!

For over time we find our place,
And there we plant our seed,
Distinguished by the noble grace,
Which promotes a wondrous creed.

So glory in your happy thoughts,
That they devour the sad,
And cast away the harsh retorts,
Don’t let them make you mad,

Remember that a lovely smile,
Destroys the face of doom,
For never was the crude and vile,
Blessed with a lasting bloom.