On A Dime

This is the conclusion of the two part storytelling poem...

On A Dime

He held out a hand eagerly
Dirty and broken
An old dog his only companion.
It hadn't been long ago
He had been a mere boy
A soldier at eighteen
He had nearly died
In that far off land.

She nearly walked passed him
Then she looked him in the eye
That Boy Soldier from a lifetime ago
Though it had only been a few years.
The years had been not kind
To him.
And her heart hurt.
Life hadn't been kind
She reached into her purse
For a couple of twenties then
Realized she needed to do something More.

.
She handed him the twenties
But had something bigger on her mind.
Life had been good to her
Even with what she had lost
On that Desert Sand.