I asked if she
would help me
to cross the street.
My vision’s a blur;
I don’t even hear
my bones as they creak.
The street’s so wide;
I cannot decide
where to point my feet.
She took my hand
and like a lamb
I followed silently.
She left me standing
at the gate, wond’ring,
of this castle by the street.
“This is where you’ll be.”
She said to me
and turned away to leave.
I asked her name
and why she came
and where she had brought me.
“Your angel,” she said.
“And Heaven’s this place
Where you’ll rest in peace.”
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