The Old Soldier

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 26, 2018

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This is a true story/poem about an old Marine Vet I met in downtown Louisville around 8 years ago. I've never forgotten this old man. Of course, some of the words are not exact, but it's a poem...the story itself is very, very true. Enjoy. There is a special story that I'd like to share I hope you'll enjoy and read with great care As we all need someone when times are grim See that homeless old man...don't just ignore him   You never know when he's an angel testing your faith No matter his intent, just give unto him and say, "I see you there dear friend, struggling and sick, Just know that someone's watching, and keep your faith quick   For as long as you believe, you will never be alone." Now watch this old man's face once rough as stone Suddenly begins to shine with the light of life and pride Because you gave unto him something for which he cried   Not only did I give gift to him but I guess I gave him hope Not everyone on the street ended up there from dope The old man turned to me with a smile and he said, "I was a Marine in the long war, I am a Vietnam Vet   They promised me money and insurance and such But I never got anything but stuck in a rutt I lost both my legs and they promised me help But never did it come, now I've lost even myself   So thank you sweet lady for your words today I never thought an Angel would come by my way You are so very kind and I'd like you to know How much I appreciate the gesture and so   I give you this token, I know it's not very much Just a small thank you from an old soldier mutt" He kind of chuckled and handed me this charm It was on a rubber band that had dangled on his arm   As I looked at it more closely I read with a murmur it said on the front "The Patron Saint Christopher" I didn't want to accept it but I didn't want to offend So I took it reluctantly and slipped it around my hand   The old man smiled and said "that will help you" So I smiled back and said graciously "thank you" He nodded and smiled then turned toward a bench To look out into traffic where fast by the cars went   I was running late for work so I had to say goodbye And he smiled, nodded and waved with a twinkle in his eye As I walked away, I thought of one final question There was just one more thing I wanted to ask him   I only wanted to ask him what his first name could be So that I could say a prayer at night for him and his family But lo and behold as I turned to look behind The old man was gone without a single trace in sight!   I couldn't believe my eyes as I wandered, looking around No way with that old wheelchair he could have left without a sound! I thought stunned for a minute as I looked at the charm And I got this tingling feeling all the way up my arm   Could he have been an angel, sent to test my faith? Could this have been a chance to absolve me from past mistakes? There's no way of knowing one way or the next But I do know one thing - I think I passed the test.


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