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'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 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

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