A Chorus Of Angels Poem by David Whalen

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


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