This is for the one who saved me

The Last Solider


As I was living life pretty without a care

I fell down on my luck nobody was there

I thought all was lost until I was found

A mysterious figure took me from the ground

The lost solider I called him for he was a gift

All problems he'd fix and choices he'd shift

Like the rain from the heavens he was there

Spreading his own kind of blessing everywhere

The lost solider did not want to be seen

Giving us hope then fleeing the scene

Without warning you might be the next found

The lost solider might pick you up from the ground

He was my solider on that very long day

I last saw his shadow before he went away

Poetry by Coolaaron88 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-06-29 at 06:26

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
and now Aaron, you will cast the shadow of "The Last Soldier" as you pass along the kindness that was bestowed upon you. This is a very inspiring and uplifting poem full of encouragement. well done

Sorry, maybe i missed the point, are you talking about god??

This is kinda cool. I like these lines:

'The lost solider did not want to be seen

Giving us hope then fleeing the scene'

because the soldier didnt want recogniton, and thats what real kindness, real stength, real soldiers do. In my eyes anyway.