A Chorus Of Angels

Musings of an old man

Do I hear the sound of Angels?

Feel the hand of Reaper Grim…

Rest upon my shoulder

Does the sound of children laughing

Still warm this heart?

This weary heart that’s growing older

Are the pins and needles in my joints

My penance for…

Walks I didn’t take

Seems more and more a hard decision….

Should I sleep on forever

Or should I once more wake?

I think my chorus of Angels is real

Though their song is heard

By me alone 

And children’s laughter still warms 

This old cold heart…after all

Tis not made of stone

After all my years

I still believe in Angels…children…

Laughter and pain…somehow

One thing that I’ve come to know

For sure…tis that

The hills are steeper now

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Author's Note

just keepin' my hand in