Colin F. Jones

TOO HIGH TO CATCH

You cannot gain by insult of my form,
Nor will it pass like a random storm,
For you who oft claim apology from me,
Are that same error that you think you see.
For those who like to glorify the light,
In which they stand so positive and right,
Perhaps require to seek from their own shade,
A better truth that current thoughts evade.
If all I do is call you to your thought,
Where you might judge the merits of your court,
From where you form you self protective law,
Then it’s enough; and time to close the door.
There from my friend your revilement of me,
Exposes in your glass what you can’t see.