LOST YOUTH

The youth I lost in war was never youth,
That would not pass as time decided age,
I saw in war life's stark and brutal truth,
A book with learning writ on every page.
Time moves on, like clouds in Summer sky,
That now I'm older than I was before,
And also wiser because I did not die,
That now I know that life is part of war.
We all must die, be we young or old,
For life is structured in this very way,
Some die from famine some from bitter cold,
Some die in war and some just pass away.
No matter how we live sweet youth will go,
For He who made the Earth willed it so.
© Colin Jones 14/07/02