Zzang: Archive – Random Poem

 

Silent Soldier
dedicated to my grandfather and his fight with cancer

The silent soldier stands at the ready.
His posture is strong and his gait is steady.
He starts on the trail to go to war.
He passes by sick and homeless and poor.
These battles are hard and the war will be tough.
He wonders if strength will last long enough.
As his health dwindles, he knows he must choose.
But there's one thing he knows he never will lose:
Faith in god is his ally and friend.
So he chooses to fight right down to the end.
He fights his last battle but is not afraid.
He wishes to die and the price will be paid.
As he looses his life, he fights a good fight.
His soul is triumphant and soars through the night.
The pain is no more and the war is long lost.
The soldier is gone, but at what cost?
His family is left and the memories, too.
They all mourn the loss, but what can they do?
The man won't be back. He's long gone away,
And the family thanks god: He's in heaven today.

-Katie B.

 

 

 

 

 

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