LOST SOUL
As I walked along the beach,
In an auspicious, casual stroll,
I stumbled across,
To my surprising eyes,
A withered and saddened, lost soul.
I must have stood there in wonder,
At this poor little thing.
Shoulders hunched over,
Eyes like a well-spring.
Before I could ask him what I could do,
He looked up at me, and said,
“How may I help you?”
The lump in my throat,
Must have shown in my eyes,
Because right there and then,
Much to my surprise,
He pulled out a kerchief,
From what seemed from thin air,
And offered it to me,
With a smile that was fair.
It was then I remembered,
What brought me to this shore.
For that was me, the lost soul,
But, a lost soul, no more.
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