A Frail Old Angel Cry
Last night I had a dream
It had a tale to tell.
I dreamed I saw an Angel;
Poor thing,she wasn't feeling well.
Her body bruised and battered
Her wings were ripped and torn
this Angel could hardly walk,
She looked so tired and worn.
I walked right up to her to ask;
Angel?hoow can this be?
She turned 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 of your life:
Look what it's 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 for you
From evils unaware.
Each mark is it's own story
of deadly wounds destroyed.
You made me wish~~more then once_
That I was unemployed.
If you could only 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 belive all I had heard,
Let alone how much she cared.
I wept upon her sholder,
Thrn left him in despair.
The next day I sat & pondered:
Should I really try?
And in the distance I thought I heard;
A frail Old Angel Cry
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