Thereupon, suitably impressed, my wife brought it home to create a thought for him. I must say that I was also struck by the cerebral vision it made in my head. This is it.

SECOND STRING ANGELS

We’re all second-string angels, striving to live,

To not always be taking, learning to give.

Training for tomorrow, or finer, today,

When the Lord takes our hand to fly us away.

While the world crumbles around, home remains stout,

For foundations built are within, not without.

Trying to be better is not a small thing,

Eagerly searching, feeling but second string.

All walk-on players, cold and hard from the street,

Wanting forever, where there is no compete.

Edging ever closer to home when beckoned,

Knowing this angel will never be second.