Randy E. Richmond

ANGEL AT MY SIX

I should be dead a dozen times over
Though I’ll not write down my reasons on here
Buried beneath the green clover
Beside my old friend, a bottle of beer

I did some stuff I’m not proud of you see
I could have never been Santa’s good elf
Done things to others that shamed me
That if it was me I’d have killed my own self

I’ve lived long enough to have been through some fires
Yet here I am and mostly unburned
Better than me have been heaped on the pyres
While I survived life’s lessons… and learned

I lived believing survival came through luck of the draw
And coincidence in my favor must stack
But to have remained on the right side of the sod and the law
It’s got to be angels that have covered my back…