So many angels are depicted with wings
often with glowing white feathers
meant to help them carry people away
or at least to dazzle anyone who sees them
Said to be divine beings meant to guide and assist
and yet they don't seem to do much good
maybe they don't want to get their robes dirty
lest they be shunned by their peers
I know a couple of angels in human form
who always try to do what they feel is right
no white robes or gold halo for them
as they thoughtlessly work to help others
Even when it is time for them to leave
they will not need anything to fly
as they are raised up high by all their helpful deeds
and proving to all who knew them
that the only angels we can truly believe in
were the ones who were never born with wings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem