It’s My Excuse

 I know the difference between reality and a psychosis.  My Angels are not a psychosis, but if I have any fears it is that others would say my Angels are a product of the mind of a crazy old man.  But that does not mean I can’t have fun with my Angels.  They make me laugh and at times give me tears.  But if I give my emotions to my Angels any feelings I have is because of them.  

The laughter and the tears are because of them.  But most of the time my Angels give me a lot of smiles about life and living.  Most of the time they make me smile.  But once in a great while I know what they did that night 31 years ago and any tears are thankful tears.  I am forever grateful for my Angels.  

This is why I like to be alone a lot with my Angels.  I always have a lot to talk about with them.  Maybe I am just a crazy old man who is lost in his own little world.  But if I share them with others I can’t help but feel at least a little emotional about them.  My Angels saved me.  They defeated Satan for me.  And when I think about all they have done in 31 years, I can’t help but feel at least a bit emotional about them.  

Maybe this is my tribute to my Angels this morning, but I can’t help my feelings about all things in my life.  They are working even if I don’t see their work.  I trust them.  It’s when I put my trust in myself I can get a little out of whack.  And maybe I am just a crazy old man, but they knew what they were doing 31 years ago and they’re still doing it.

I relax with my pipe with a heart full of gratitude when I think about what they did that night and I’ve never once forgotten.  Today it is my Dunhill pipe with the last of my Autumn Evening until my order arrives.  My coffee this morning is a special blend from Sprouts market.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave

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