MY ''GUARDIAN'' ANGEL (ORIGINAL POEM)

My guardian angel, does not want me to guard,
when he gets a mission, he is always drunk so hard ...
I read and preach, almost every day, God's word,
but, even small luxuries, I cannot, so sad, afford ...
All my life I have lived in deep, deep, yes, sorrow,
to survive, true story, I must beg and ask to borrow ...
On my wall, I have a picture, of my beloved King,
when I am deep down, I begin to praise and sing ...
But it is like I would talk to those who cannot hear,
when I realized that, cannot help, I shed a tear ...
When you are broke and poor, no one is your friend,
at least a better guardian angel, shall God send ...