One Last Laugh

Two angels got me a glass full of cheer Two angels each wearing a different gear They had the play and smiles that held me dear They had the golden compass & that made it clear The friction in my pen that squeaked with every move The words that refused to come out in fear of being doomed The baby that crawled infront of me & had me hooked My hands that resisted the urge to hold it, because I wanted to be soothed Two angels visited me today And with their warm drink, I couldn't resist to play Two angels visited me today And even with sleep mania, I fell in their trap which was okay