IT MATTERS NOT
How long have I left to live I do not know.
I guess it won’t be long before I go,
It matters not when my term doth end,
And changes naught by what I comprehend.
What I become in life won’t sang a thing,
I'll be just dust as will the Popes and King.
All those folk who think they are the best,
Will rot like me when they take their rest.
The lucky ones who had the choice to choose,
Will lie beside the folk who had to lose,
The hired hand beside his arrogant boss,
Each the others gain and final loss.
So I will yet with any man debate,
For it matters not what our words do state.
© 28 April 04 Colin F Jones
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