The author of this poem contacted me and said I was using this poem without her permission. It is such a neat, neat poem, I asked if I could keep it here. I have her permission to use this so ... PLEASE ...
Like the little old lady
who returned your wallet yesterday.
Like the taxi driver who
told you that your eyes light up the world, when you smile.
Like the small child who
showed you the wonder in simple things.
Like the poor man who offered
to share his lunch with you.
Like the rich man who showed
you that it really is all possible, if only you believe.
Like the stranger who just
happened to come along, when you had lost your way.
Like the friend who touched
your heart, when you didn't think you had one to touch.
Angels come in all sizes
and shapes,all ages and skin types.
Some with freckles, some
with dimples, some with wrinkles, some without.
They come disguised as friends, enemies, teachers, students, lovers and fools.
They don't take life too seriously, they travel light.
They leave no forwarding
address, they ask nothing in return.
They wear sneakers with
gossamer wings, they get a deal on dry cleaning.
They are hard to find when
your eyes are closed,
But they are everywhere
you look, when you choose to see.