TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL written by Geri
Sitting at my desk by myself, all alone
Writing this poem which I call my very own
Wishing in my hands would appear an ice cream cone
Chilly as your swallow all the way right to the bone
Hoping he will call as I stare at the phone
Listening to the voice with a soft angelic tone
One of the greatest men I have ever met and known
Touched me through my heart in this "No Trespassing Zone"
As I slowly remember, the pain comes and I moan
Who will understand what it means by being alone?
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