Don’t make friends of angels
The wise one counselled
And I thought he spoke of beings
From the spirit world
And did not pay him heed.
My guardian angel’s
Made of flesh and blood
As human and as real
As me. And so
I treated as a friend
My angel with the feet of clay.
Maybe it was not wise
It surely broke my heart
And how we shall go on
I do not know.
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