A Chorus of Angels
Do I hear the sound of Angels?
Feel the hand of Reaper Grim…
Rest upon my shoulder
Does the sound of children laughing
Still warm this heart?
This weary heart that’s growing older
Are the pins and needles in my joints
My penance for…
Walks I didn’t take
Seems more and more a hard decision….
Should I sleep on forever
Or should I once more wake?
I think my chorus of Angels is real
Though their song is heard
By me alone
And children’s laughter still warms
This old cold heart…after all
Tis not made of stone
After all my years
I still believe in Angels…children…
Laughter and pain…somehow
One thing that I’ve come to know
For sure…tis that
The hills are steeper now
124 words
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2019
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