Colin F. Jones

WE ALL STAND TOGETHER

We all stand together to push the world around,
Divided yet together we serve our cause,
For we all on the same ship are bound,
Towards a mysterious end without a pause.
We carry with us many faulty genes,
Yet learn to reason that good things can be done,
For nothing written is ever what it seems,
And from what we lose something is always won.
How does one man tell another he is true,
That what he says in written form can be,
Though seen as malice that is resident in the few,
A misleading message posed as such to thee.
I’ll seek then to write a better line of prose
With words the other might himself compose.

Was it by chance from 300 million folk or more
That I came here to meet you folk so few,
Linked perhaps by our experience of war,
To do here what it is we choose to do.
Are we not a gathering of certain unique souls,
(So different, all of us I note)
Burning all our hang-ups over coals,
Emerging from our solitudes remote.
By chance perhaps, but chance binds none together,
That we emerge a tolerant family fair,
What makes it thus through fine and torrid weather,
Is that with good friends our inner thoughts we share.
For he who has no teeth likes not to smile,
But here he smiles knowing that others care.