My Angels
People with good hearts are rare and few,
They ‘ve made up their minds to be nice and kind,
As they wet the poor like the morning dew ,
My angel is unique and rare to find,
She brought succor into a hopeless heart,
They’ve made up their minds to be nice and kind.
In the face of pressure ; she stands apart ,
Though my sorrow sprays like rain from the sky,
She brought succor into a hopeless heart ,
In my dream ,there’s another-ten feet high
With double edged sword that wades off-foes,
Though my sorrow sprays like rain from the sky,
With this ,my mind is at rest and it shows ,
Seeing them on my side, I have no fear ,
With double edged sword that wades off-foes ,
I sleep with comfort as they remain dear ,
People with good hearts are rare and few,
Seeing them on my side ,I have no fear ,
As they wet the poor like the morning dew .
12-20-2016
Copyright © Olusegun Arowolo | Year Posted 2016
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