An Angel Went Walking Poem by Mary Naylor

An angel went walking on a stormy night.
All around him there was an aura of light.
He watched all the people that were hurrying by,
When one old man caught his eye.

A proud old man, who walked with a cane.
If you looked carefully, he limped with pain,
with every step his spindly legs took.
His gait was wobbly and his hands shook.

The angel wondered, could anyone see him?
People just hurried by. Then, his face grim,
He reached out and touched a bold young tough,
A swaggering gang member who played it rough.

He didn't feel the angel or catch his eye
When another gang member cried, 'Drive by! '
Then he dove under a car. 'Grab the old man!
'Use him as a shield.' The young tough ran

to the old man, but he did something strange.
He threw his body over the weightless old man
and bullets tore into his back in the exchange.
and both arm bled into the sand.

His friend gasped, 'What happened! You
shielded the old guy, and saved his life, too!
Now look. Your back is bloody; both arms just dangle.'
He whispered, 'Hey Bro, I just saw an angel! '

An angel went walking on a stormy night.
All around him there was an aura of light,
He watched the people that were hurrying by,
When suddenly, someone caught his eye...