A poem I wrote earlier this year

Green Tarnished Halo

By Jeff Dillavou (2009)

Well I found my halo of gold had tarnished green
Who knew the feathers had fallin out of my fine wings
I did not know when I fell so far from grace
Or how the hell did I end up in this place

I never walk on the clear water of the lake
I very rarely took even a small personal brake
Really try to do my very best
Thought I was on some extraordinary quest

Given to this very earth to make a change
Now they all fine I am old, sad and deranged
I use to be the special one
Mere attendance would mean fun

They no longer laugh with me
They laugh at what they see.
Not sure I believe in miracles or ever really did
I know if they are other there, I lost that bid

Nowadays broken, lost, and nothing pleasant to your eyes
Those around me try to cheer me up with their preverbal lies
Everyone seems to want something to take
But my belongs are all that are left I forsake

I must have done a lot of wrong in this world
To have it all simple efficiently unfurled
If I say I am sorry enough and have a tear in my eye
Pain I cause, can I please take it back and cry

Why worry what others think or say
I not sure if they will care anyway
I never really was an angel after all
So why snivel because I now fall

Well I found my halo of gold had tarnished green
Who knew the feathers had fallin out of m fine wings
I did not know why I fell so far from grace
Or how the hell did I end up in this place