Angel On The Isle Of Wight Poem by Charles McMullen

Why did Superboy play in the doorway,
Of number 11 up from the slipway.
Then on down the road another boy asked,
'What number comes after 110? ' then,
My Angel helped me to say '111' then...
I recall my prompt on the digital clock,
11: 11 means my Angel's like 'Hitchcock'!
No matter what road I may walk along,
The presence of Angels sings like a song.
It feels like living in the Twilight Zone,
Like a good conversation on the telephone.
Sailing back from the Island was a grand tour,
I must go back to receive some more.