I always know
by habit
when he's around.
My guardian angel
has a very
distinctive sound.
For he plays the polka
and here
is the clue.
It's like Prozac for my nerves
to see
each day through.
You see
dear readers
I'm a clumsy man.
I just stubbed my toe
on that
garbage can
but Walter knows the accordion
will ease
my mind
proving that music
is truly one
of a kind.
I tripped over a dog
and flattened
my nose.
The litany of my stupidity
just grows
and grows.
So Walter steps in
to break
the ice.
I never thought
that polka
could sound so nice.
Although Walter looks haggard
from too much
stress.
It's taken a toll
because
I'm such a mess.
Perhaps he'll need
a real long
break.
If I killed myself
that would take
the cake.
Walter,
God love him,
is a loyal friend.
He'll keep on smiling
right to
the end.
Then one day
my luck
ran out on me
and a speeding taxi
I did not
see.
Now Walter
serenades
my final resting place.
I lay here in peace
with
a happy face.
My guardian angel
still watches me
on the other side
and his love of polka
will never
be denied.
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