Lost Soul… a poem

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.