guardian angel

Last night I had a dream and it left a tale to tell.
I dream I saw an angel and the poor thing wasn't well.
Its body was bruised and tattered and its wings were ripped and torn. The angel could barely walk and he looked so tired and worn.
I walked up to him and asked him, "angel, how can this be?"
he turned around and paused a bit then said these words to me.

"I am your guardian angel and the great task as you can see.
You have run muck all your life, just look what you've done to me. These
bruises are from shielding you in times most tried and ill. And all the dangerous drugs you used, i often paid the bill.
My wings are ripped ant torn, a noble badge to wear,
for often times they 've flown you when you were completely unaware.
Each mark has its own story of the deadly wounds destroyed.
I 'm here to divert the evil so your life will not be toyed.
Please try to remember I'm getting old and frail.
My wings are torn and my color is growing pale".

I could not believe all that I heard.
I put my head on His shoulder and I gave Him my word.
The next morning I pondered, why should I try,
and in the distance I heard that frail angel cry...
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