by Nabih Saliba
He sat with his defeated stare
I wondered what had put him there.
"Poor soul," I thought and looked at him,
as he bared forth his toothless grin.
"Dear God," I prayed inside my head
"If you don't help, he'll soon be dead!"
Within my soul, I heard a His voice,
"I've sent my angel so rejoice!"
I looked around and tried to spot
The angel that this fellow got
When in the window I could see
The angel sent by God was me