Terry Donovan Poems
|126.||Summer Holiday Sonnet||7/21/2006|
|127.||Today I Cried||10/11/2004|
|128.||The Empty Boxes||8/4/2006|
|130.||Untouched By Human Hand||4/11/2005|
|132.||Train Of Thought||7/11/2006|
|133.||Lady On A Train||10/11/2004|
|138.||A Fatal Mistake||11/17/2004|
|140.||I'M Always Dreaming||9/27/2004|
|141.||Sleep Tight, Fair Maid||11/9/2004|
|142.||Thoughts In A Cubicle||6/4/2004|
|145.||A Christmas Present||12/18/2006|
|146.||Now Go To Sleep, My Little One||7/7/2006|
|149.||Ashes To Ashes||8/28/2006|
|151.||Who But You||6/5/2004|
|152.||Never Trust A Lobster||6/25/2006|
|154.||Take My Hand||10/15/2004|
|155.||Who Heals The Healer?||6/3/2004|
|157.||Autumn Leaves Its Scar||6/23/2004|
|158.||Why Dogs Always Smell Each Others' Bums||10/20/2006|
|159.||An Angel Has To Do What An Angel Has To To||5/30/2004|
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An Angel Has To Do What An Angel Has To To
He walked away into the night,
His knuckles swollen from the fight,
A smile beneath his swollen eye,
Much satisfaction in his sigh.
He left behind a crumpled lump
A man who’d had a well-earned thump,
A bully belly filled with beer,
A crowd that had recoiled in fear.
He’d done his bit and saved the day,
Restored some order to the fray.
They watched him as went from view
Lost in the shadows he passed through.
“Forgive me, Lord”, he stopped to pray,
“I know that’s not the angels’ way”.
The Lord said “When you deal with man,
Is not too bad at all.
You can chose to work
Or chose to shirk
And you don't have to go to school! '
Everyone is friendly,
You don't get any grief,