Little Soldier

This is a poem I wrote about growing up, and forgetting how to be a child and have fun. Running away from boring adult hood to go back to being a child, having fun, and finding the world fascinating.

my broken hearted people

my beautiful forte

listen to me wisely and hear what I've to say

if you were like my brother

then you would be a father

to all of those who seek your lives

in hopes to make them better

Run

Run Away

Run 

Run Away

Come my little child

Open up your eyes

See the world with blissful hope

And see it through the Skies.

Your fingers are your little soldiers

Your toes are little tanks

And with this army on your shoulders

You've got yourself to thank

Run

Run Away

Run

Run Away

Come, step forth my little soldiers

I'll show you how to play

My walky talky amplifiers

My soon-to-be beret 

you are a knight with sword and shield

Your princess is in need

Go and get her, little soldier

Doing as you please

Run

Run Away

Run

Run Away

Author's Note

I'm not sure what I think about the last line "Doing as you Please" It seems a bit off, but I can't think of another way to describe a child using his imagination to save a princess.
Also, the repetitive "Run, Run Away". I originally wrote it for a song and that's the chorus, but as far as poetry goes I'm not sure if it fits.

Reviews

[misha]

This was a nice piece of writing. Keep it up.