The Angels Battle

Last night I had a dream, now I have to tell the tale. I dreamt I saw an angel,  he wasn't looking well.

His body bruised, and battered. His wings were ripped and torn, This angel could hardly walk, he looked beaten, and so worn.

I walked right up to him, and asked "angel, how could this be?"
He turned around and paused, a bit, then he spoke these words to me...

"I'm your guardian angel; A great task as you can see. You've run amok most your life, and this is what it's done to me.

These bruises are from shielding you, in times both dire and ill.
Those alchoholic bouts and drugs you've used,
I've often paid the bill!

You see my wings are ripped and torn, from flying you out of evils scorn.

Each mark is its own story of deadly wounds destroyed.
Becuase of this, more than once  you've made me wish I was unemployed.

Oh, if only you could make it standing on your own...

Now don't you fret or worry, I will always cover your tail;
But please try to remember, I'm getting old and frail!"

I could not believe all I heard, let alone how much he cared. I wept upon his shoulder then left him in despair.

The next day I sat and pondered, Should I really try?

Then in the distance I'm sure I heard a frail old angels' cry.

author unkown..modified by chalaskan