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An Angel’s Kiss

As cold winds blow

Across the nighttime sky,

He knows,

This is the time that God has chosen for him to die.

His silver badge

Once polished so bright,

Now lies stained with his life’s blood,

On this last lonely night.

“A man should not cry alone,”

He sobs, unable to halt his tears,

“A man should not die alone,”

He cries, but there are no listening ears.

An angel’s kiss

Was the last thing that he knew,

Then he felt the waiting arms

Of his fallen brothers in blue.

Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller

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