Colin F. Jones : Tony

Where from does that ill thought evolve,
That’s cast in another’s mind demeaned,
To seek of another’s doubts to solve,
that which your own mind so deceives.
What haste is this, by one who loves,
who lives his life for his friends,
and flies with all the peaceful doves,
who has the knowledge to comprehend.?
Dear friend be calm be angered no!,
’tis great the beauty of sweet life,
that yet doth live as life doth go,
as will the memories through you flow.
Dear friend in rage love dies you know,
Yet in grief again doth grow.
©Colin F. Jones
09 September 2003

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