Angels

by

Doug Larson

I've been saved
more than a few times in my life.
Angels maybe.
I don't know why
or for what purpose.
They say the good
die young.
What's young?
I'm 44.
Does that make me bad
because I'm still alive?
There was the time
on my bike.
Schwinn 10 speed
duffle bag through the forks.
I should have broken my neck.
I saw stars
and stitches
and my next birthday.
There was the time
on my bike.
Yamaha.
Just yards away
and years later.
The side of a car
and a flight through the air.
I saw my foot
up by my ear
and the gleam of bone
and my next birthday.
Then there was the tree
big mother date palm
and my 67' mustang
the engine almost in my lap
and the steering column
that went out the window
instead of into me.
And a lot of other times.
A lot of angels
some real,
maybe some incorporeal
some maybe
a little bit of both.
Some gave me life
some gave me reason to live
some remind me
that I'm still alive
open my eyes
and make me feel.
Thank God
for angels.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at There's a mystery about it
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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