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"My Gardian Angel"
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 and battered,
His wings were ripped and torn;
This angel could hardly walk,
He looked so tired and worn.
I walked
right up to him to ask,
"Angel, how can this be?"
He turned around 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 all your life,
Look what it has 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 Żorn.
How often they have flown you
From evils unaware;
Each mark is it's own story
Of deadly wounds destroyed."
"You
made me wish more than once,
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 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 try?
And in the distance
I thought I heard ...
A frail old angel cry.
~ Author Unknown ~
"Kitty's Mascot"