I have loved this poem.
For so long now.
And thought it should be on my page.
For I know, I have given my guardian
angel,
A mighty rough time...
Working Angel
Last night, I had a dream...
It had a tale to tell...
I dreamt I saw an angel...
Poor thing, he wasn't
feeling well...
His body was bruised
and battered...
His wings ripped and
torn...
This angel could hardly
walk...
He looked so tired and
worn...
I walked up to him and
asked...
ANGEL, how can this be..?
He turned around and
paused (a bit)
Then he spoke these words
to me...
These bruises are from
shielding you...
In times both dire and
ill...
Those alcoholic bouts
and drugs you have used...
I have often paid the
bill...
You see my wings are
ripped and torn...
A noble badge I wear...
How often they have flown
you...
From evils unawear...
Each mark is it's own
story...
Of deadly wounds destroyed...
You have made me wish...
-- more than once--
That I was unemployed...
If only you could make
it...
Standing on your own...
Oh, don't fret or worry...
But, Please try to remember...
I am getting old and
frail...
I could not believe all
that I had heard...
Let alone how muched
he really cared...
I wept upon his shoulder...
Then I left him in despair...
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 unknown)
thank you for this wonderful award...
My sister of the heart...