Terry Donovan Poems
|123.||A Christmas Present||12/18/2006|
|127.||Summer Holiday Sonnet||7/21/2006|
|128.||Today I Cried||10/11/2004|
|129.||The Empty Boxes||8/4/2006|
|131.||Untouched By Human Hand||4/11/2005|
|133.||Train Of Thought||7/11/2006|
|134.||Lady On A Train||10/11/2004|
|138.||Thoughts In A Cubicle||6/4/2004|
|142.||A Fatal Mistake||11/17/2004|
|144.||I'M Always Dreaming||9/27/2004|
|145.||Sleep Tight, Fair Maid||11/9/2004|
|146.||Now Go To Sleep, My Little One||7/7/2006|
|147.||Who Heals The Healer?||6/3/2004|
|148.||Who But You||6/5/2004|
|151.||Ashes To Ashes||8/28/2006|
|153.||Never Trust A Lobster||6/25/2006|
|155.||Take My Hand||10/15/2004|
|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,
They sold haikus at the market,
Two pounds each or three for five,
(They'd been freshly picked that morning
But were barely still alive) .
And little pots of haiku food
With each they gave away
With instructions for beginners,
Two small ladders and a tray.