More On Angels
ever thought of Angels
as everyday people?
Waking up, getting up,
going off to labor
Having to sleep on their bellies,
so’s not to crinkle their feathers
Walking out the door
Saying “morning” to their neighbor
Halos on… a bit askew
Robes… perhaps just a tad soiled
Nectar skipped this morning cause..
It was out of date and spoiled
Morning hair an ungodly mess
Forgot to shave last night
But what the hell, the boss wears a beard
A little five o clock shadow should be alright
Another day…another shekel
Making miracles, making nice
Holy moley, and God almighty
Just another day in Paradise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem