Ev 'Angel' ical

Freedom to Think



I saw an angel once at the bottom of the garden
And again years later she gave me a hard on
Wayward enchantment sells me oh so short
Ducking and diving case by love I may be caught

Overwrought by leprous feelings of the gut
Driving out the chattering filling my nut
I can see the future well that’s what I make giddy
Falling from the crest down the slope so slippery

The past weighs heavy till I toss it out
The future has its say, but less of an amount
Why be in love, except perhaps to grow
To learn I must toss off all I think I know

So what of that enchantress with heavenly wings
Such magical melody that only she can sing
Well some days are good, and mayhap some are not
But tis better by far than those weeds never forgot

David Jackman 2014