The Wait - Poem by Michael Rentz
There lies a soldier,
Who had a great wager.
His wager was Life,
He had lost it to a knife.
The man behind it,
Was nothing but a half-wit.
He took the soldiers soul,
Now soldier has no control.
He lies and waits,
For the good Lord to translate,
All he has done as a man,
Was he good, did he follow the plan?
No one knows for sure,
Was that soldier loving and pure?
Maybe, maybe not only he knew the real question.
Was he a good father to his children?
All of these flew threw his head,
As he laid there and bled.
Death came and took him away,
In complete array.
Now it is your turn,
Do you think the man really learned?
To be a good man at the best and worst times,
Do you think he should pay for his crimes?
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