Last night I had a dream
It had a tale †o tell.
I dreamed I saw an angel;
Žoor †hing, he wasn't feeling well.
His body bruised and battered
His wings were ripped and †orn--
This angel could hardly walk,
He looked so †ired and worn.
I walked right up †o him to ask;
Angel? How can †his be?
He †urned around and paused a bit,
Then he spoke †hese words †o me:
"I'm your Guardian Angel,
A great †ask as you can see.
You've run amok most all your life:
Look what it's done †o me.
These bruises are from shielding you
In †imes both dire and ill.
Those alcoholic bouts and drugs you've used
I've often paid †he bill
You see my wings are ripped and †orn;
How often †hey have flown you
From evils unaware.
Each mark is it's own story
Of deadly wounds destroyed.
You made me wish--more †han
once-
That I was unemployed.
If only you could make it
Standing on your own;
Oh, don't you fret or
worry.
But please †ry †o 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 despair.
The next day I sat and pondered:
Should I really †ry?
And in †he distance I †hought I heard;
A frail old angel cry.
Author unknown
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