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An Angel Apprentice
A total rework...
“Oh Heavenly Craft Master
I know nothing about sewing and fitting
I studied to be a pilot
I hope you aren’t forgetting?”
“I read your résumé
You were one of the best
But, the plane you wrecked
Was too big for that eagle’s nest.
Here you will make Man suits
One style fits all sizes.
With materials we supply
There will be no surprises.
You will use this pattern
And that small figure as your form
Your suits will last from birth till death
It’s always been the norm.”
“But Sir, I must ask
When a suit is complete
How does Man… I mean
That trick has got to be neat.”
“You are inquisitive
Come, I’ll show you how.
“This room will explain to you
What those suits will endow.”
In a room of pearly white
Into a large vat along a wall
Tiny suits dipped in solution
Then move to another hall.
“That is our GENE POOL
These suits absorb liquid of life.
When Man reaches maturity
He shares it with his wife.”
“I know about conception
I knew before I did die.
But these suits simply can’t do
What you seem to imply.”
Moving on to a SHRINK ROOM
Where amazing things took place
Suits were reduced to microscopic cells
Containing the human race.
“Though you may not be able
To grasp the total of this at all
Our Woman’s suits will also
Fit the heavy, short and tall.
They are bestowed with features
To give birth to life on earth
It’s HIS wondrous scheme and miracle
That occurs during Man’s birth.
Nearly eighty years ago
I was set free on earth.
During that time I’ve been told
There was much joy and mirth.
I still wear the same suit
I appeared in on that day
Its had a lot of hard use
But still covers me all the way.
I can’t help but notice
That while I’ve gotten older
More of this durable suit
Is draping over my shoulder.
It’s worn, spotted and wrinkly
And hangs loose beneath my arm
It doesn’t fit as well, yet it does no harm.
It hangs down in folds
Beneath my double chin
I look like I’m part bird
You know… like a pelican.
My face has acquired folds
And creases that disfigure
Even my nose and ears
Have gotten somewhat bigger.
On my hands it's transparent
And getting very thin
I see veins and leaders
Working there within.
My chest has shrunk
My stomach has stretched a bit.
I even lost some padding
On the part that I must sit.
I bet an Apprentice Angel
Must have made my suit
While learning his great talent
That covers me from head to boot.
I feel now I’m wearing a hand-me-down
It is a bit too long.
Though it should last until I die
If nothing else goes wrong.
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