A Soldier That Lost His All
A Soldier That Lost His All
Despite his means, despite his plight
He rendered help to those in need,
No place he had fixed for each night
His life lived in faith and creed.
Dressed in tatters, braved the cold
Ragged shoes, save his sole.
Thanked the Lord, each day he spent
Ate what offerings, people sent.
Every passer-by smiled his way
Answering greetings friendly warm,
Was not contemptuously cast away,
Remembered by all, in his uniform.
Served his country through many strife
Lost his property, home and wife.
Children too buried in a bombing raid
All this made him much dismayed.
Pension strained, slight; he’d live upon
His life was a real hardscrabble,
To the Bureau, monthly he’d respond
Facing another cyclic grapple.
To the graves he’d go, wife and sons to greet
For each, flowers: his grief was still incomplete,
Back to base, poor children run and seek
Distributing candies, warm smile to receive:
Giving satisfaction more than their relief.
Church bells was his call to God, praising and to thank
Every morning ritual even before the war began.
Spending time with the Lord
While silent tears he’d weep
No remorse, no regret
He was the shepherd’s sheep.
Copyright © Trevor Dsouza | Year Posted 2023
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