ANGEL UNEMPLOYED

He sat on the floor

He was tired of the struggle

The toiling

The hustle

He needed a change

But did nothing but sulk

This had gone on for so long

He felt so alone

Unwilling to tell

Unwilling to ask

He just sat there… feeling discouraged

  

His angel sat there with him

Unemployed and fat

He was waiting

Waiting for his own to make a move

Speak the Word

Give him a task

But he got none

So he just sat there with him

Chewing on muffins

Humming a hymn

By Sylvia Chika

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