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, he wasn't feeling well.

His body bruised & battered
His wings were ripped & torn,
This angel could hardly walk,
He looked so tired & worn.

I walked right up to him to ask,
Angel?  How could this be?
He turned around & paused a bit,
Than he spoke to me.

These bruises are from from shielding you
In times both dire & ill,
Those alcoholic bouts & drugs you've used
I've often paid the bill.

You see my wings are ripped & torn,
How often they have flown you
From evils unaware,
Each mark has it's own story
Of deadly wounds distroyed.

You made me wish one more time that I was unemployed.
If only you could make it
Standing on your own.

Oh, don't you fret or worry,
But please try to remember,
I'm getting old & frail.

I could not believe all I had heard,
Let alone how much he cared.
I wept upon his shoulder,
Then left him in dispair.

The next day I sat & pondered,
Should I really try?
And in the distance I thought I heard
A frail old angel cry!
~Author Unknown~

Created By De-De 11/12/99