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Frail
Old Angel
Last
night I had a dream.
It
had a tale to tell.
I
dreamed I saw an angel...
Poor
thing, he wasn't feeling well.
His
body bruised and battered.
His
wings were ripped and torn.
This
angel could hardly walk...
He
looked so tired and worn.
I
walked right up to him to ask -
"Angel?
How can this be?"
He
turned around and paused a bit.
Then
spoke these words to me.
"I'm
your Guardian Angel.
A
great task as you can see.
You've
run amok most all your life.
Look
what you've done to me."
"These
bruises are from shielding you
In
times both dire and ill.
Those
alcoholic bouts and drugs you've used...
I've
often paid the bill."
"You
see my wings are ripped and torn.
How
often they have flown you from evils unaware.
Each
mark has it's own story
Of
deadly wounds destroyed."
"You
made me wish more than once
That
I was unemployed.
If
only you could make it
Standing
on your own."
"Oh,
don't you fret or worry.
But
please try to remember...
I'm
getting old and frail."
I
could not believe all I had heard.
Let
alone, how much he cared.
I
wept upon his shoulder.
Then
left him in dispair.
The
next day I sat and pondered.
Should
I really try?
And
in the distance I thought I heard...
A
frail old angel cry.
~Author
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