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My Soldier

He always seemed so peaceful,
That long-haired boy I knew.
He called himself a hippie
A peacenik, through and through.
Yet he one day joined the army
His hair lay on the barber’s floor.
He traded in his flip flops
For a gun, boots, and armor.
And as he went through basic,
He was torn down to be built up,
He came back a diffr’nt person,
Perhaps not so changed a person,
He came back a grown up person,
That boy became a man.

Years past without his presence,
I grew up from a girl.
Both of us became great cynics
Not sure of this thing called “love.”
Until the day he came home,
A lonely soldier back from war,
Each remembered the other,
The way we were before
We both found a new feeling
Something never felt before
We found a startling feeling
A very happy feeling
We found a warm safe feeling
The two of us found love.