Young Soldier | Retard's Thoughts in Tales

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This is a story, letters in lines arranged in stanzas. An original creaton from my mind. Within this poem are lessons that came from this heart and these lessons should be remembered

The Young Soldier

A young man equipped with a gun and knife
Took an oath to fight and offer his life
He thought of the chaos and obvious danger
He left his wife and a three month old baby in its manger
He kissed them on their forehead before he started his journey
He looked back and saw the smoke coming out of the chimney
He waited for the bus at the corner of the street
Buses rushed down the wet asphalt with headlights lit
Waiting with him is an old woman carrying a basket in her hand
A bus stopped in front and then they suddenly stand
Only one spot available and realize he came first
But he thought of helping the woman than putting his own self first
The woman thanked and smiled at him even though she doesn't have teeth
The bus departed but the young soldier is still on his feet
He waited for the bus for hours and hours until one came
He stepped on the bus and sat with beside a dog that was tamed
He slept on the journey all the way to the camp
He slept for hours and woke up with his eyes aiming at the lamp
He paid his fare and left the bus that ferried him
He sat in a bench in the corner with a lamplight so dim
Stomach was crumbling and his lips are dry
Reached into his pocket but it ended with a sigh
He got no coins and bills that are not enough to pay
He is hungry and thirsty, he's got nothing and stayed silent in dismay
People walked past him and time passed by
He looked up and saw fluffy clouds in the sky
Then someone spoke behind his ear and talked about how good the weather is
Turned his head around and he knew who that man is
He is a fellow soldier holding three sandwiches and two bottles of water
He offered food and water and suddenly, they shared laughter
He smiled and realized the goodness he had gone
He thought that care begets care and it never gets done