Treasure Island

Philo Yan

(Malaysia)

HOW TO BE AN ANGEL


To be an angel
bend don't break
To be an angel
give don't take
To be an angel
Come down to earth
To be an angel
In Wisdom worth
To be an angel
Gracious be
To be an angel
Guide others to see
To be an angel
Share what you know
To be an angel
In thoughts and words,
To be an angel
you move toward
To be an angel
in actions show.
Then finally
be an Angel of Love
from Heaven above.

Submitted: Friday, January 18, 2013

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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (7/13/2014 9:00:00 AM)

    The poet sees the different essential qualities which makes a good angel and the imaginations and qualities supposed to be acquired by the angel is beautifully told in the poem. (Report) Reply

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