Colin F. Jones

THE 5TH ERA ~ EXTRACTS

… Man loves himself but cannot love alone
Nor can he live without desire to own
Possess the woman who might bare his child
Who wills to tame the man who’s will is wild
Woman for man is oft no less than that,
Who sees her as the reason he is fat.
Yet some desire to see her happy eye
That proudly for her blossoms he will die.
The deed long done the child is now a man
The woman feeds her heart with all she can
Of her dear son her husband used to be
Who finds a reason now to set her free.
Yet freedom is, for her, a thorny rose;
For him a tulip in his brand new clothes.
And in the shadows of her wasted life
She weeps her way into a deeper strife.
Blessed are her children and her loving soul;
Blessed is her faith we all behold.
But tragic is her life without a name
Subservient to a man who made his claim.

“Who was my Mother?” Sadly asks the son,
“I knew my dad but now they both have gone.”
What was the purpose of my Mother’s life;
To be my father’s ever loving wife?
Or yet, to be a woman of the world,
The dream that rested in her heartfelt curled?
Or yet, to be the lady of the town,
Dressed in jewels and draped in silver gown
Or baggy pants to match her summer hat
Watching her last son go into bat?
There is a heaven yet, you all must know,
For ladies like my Mother ere to go,
Beyond the selfish hardships of this land
That marked her face and callused her soft hand.