Angela was an angel
She always cared
She always shared
Never was she wild
Always so mild
She seemed very polite
None she could indict
Angela was an angel
Always wore a smile
Was ready to walk an extra mile
She followed every rule
Appeared incessantly cool
None she has hurt
In speech, never was she curt
Angela was an angel
Never was she angry,
Even when she was hungry
None she could spite
And never picked up a fight
In demeanour, she was sweet
In manners she was neat
Angela was an angel
Everyone delighted at her sight
Was seen a beacon of light
All saw her as worthy to emulate
Was held high in estimate
But was she happy inside
As it did seem from outside?
At some point, she learned,
From real self, she was estranged!
Never tending to her own hurt
Of her needs she wasn’t alert
Her authority she could never wield
To others whims, she did simply yield
Beneath the façade of her calm was conflict
Which under military discipline she did constrict
At last Angela decided not to be an angel
And resolved to dispense with that label
One must feel happy inside while performing all duties. That is the state of true angelhood. Even flight safety instructions state that you breathe oxygen first before helping others do so. Beautiful poem.
At last Angela decided not to be an angel And resolved to dispense with that label..............being an angel for others doesn't always help.............its good to be angelic in your behaviour, but not always innocent...........wonderful write....you can do wonders in simple verses too.................
Angela was an angel, but inside she had lost herself in her total obsession with having total control of her life that made her perfect, without satisfying her own important needs, so Angela decided to be herself and had much more fun! An interesting and delightful write!
An excellent write Valsa. Angela showed her human side when things got a little rough for her. Still she persevered.
Always wore a smile Was ready to walk an extra mile She followed every rule Appeared incessantly cool None she has hurt In speech, never was she curt.......touching expression with nice theme. All good qualities of Angela have been nicely painted here. But was she happy inside as it did seem from outside? A beautiful poem amazingly shared.10
@ Valsa George, As usual, a beautiful poem this too is! Inner conflicts of human mind has been honestly portrayed here. Human beings can be angel like, but not angels. 'At last Angela decided not to be an angel And resolved to dispense with that label' - This is the natural outcome, however strict military discipline Angela might have wanted to impose upon herself. I appreciate your honest and truthful depiction of human frailty, rather than glorifying only the angelic beauty.
Gabriel is very enterprising with his missions whereas your Angela is mesmerising with her traits and charms But where is she going to surface next?
It is never easy to be an angel if there is the undercurrent of unrest within. A nice poem on human predicament.
if life is blessed so my Angella Angela was an angel She always cared She always shared Never was she wild Always so mild She seemed very polite None she could indict
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it doesn't pay to be always positive, but some still are made that way.