What he said.

A poem about arrow-mindedness that holds no grounds ‎

I said
You’r not an angel, you don’t even have white wings‎
You don’t fly high, you have your own mood swings
You are vulnerably, fallible, hell! You chase flings‎
Now how can an angel make mistakes?‎

You said
Who said that’s an angel, how do you know? ‎
Can you prove to me that angels fly and glow?‎
Why wings? They ought to flash to where they wanna go
Can you prove it, do you have what takes?‎

May be angels wear stripes of blue, and grow‎
In feisty kids who stride naked through the snow‎
They might have foes, and go for trips to Mexico
It’s all baffling and long-drawn-out ‎

Too may question, narrow-mindedness that holds no grounds ‎
Perhaps faith in is the heart but knows no images and sounds‎
We’d better learn were we stand, and know our bounds
Some questions only foster doubt ‎


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