I met an angel on a path
Surrounded all in white
His name?
He never said to me
I hadn't thought he might
Though he, depressed and silent,
I happied at the sight;
And watched at angels following
Toward a ruckus bright.
A group of children played ahead
And laughing as I passed
I child-reflected winter days
And angels I'm my past
I walked along; much greater than,
The man just moments last
All day they played;
more angels made
til mothers' whistles blast.

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