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 thy grief again will grow.
©Colin F. Jones
09 September 2003

This poem by my dear friend, Colin Jones, is a true indication of the strength of our friendship. In anger and grief I had accused a fellow veteran and friend of something of which he was not only not guilty, but something of which he was incapable. Col's poem is a reprimand for my actions, a reprimand that had great bearing on me getting my "shit" together. This is, to me, a true sign of friendship... another sign was shown by the forgiveness and understanding displayed by the friend whom I accused.

I have learned a great and important lesson thanks to both my friends

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