Rita. (The savior of many).
I met an angel whilst out
She looked awful tired, her hair streaked with grey,
Whilst walking along with a dog at her feet
Going to get it's Saturday treat.
"I'm looking for homes for
these strays that I find".
They've been dumped and abused, it troubles her mind.
People know this lady, a familiar sight,
Walking around from morning till night.
She worries and frets in the
hope that she'll find
Someone with compassion, loving and kind.
I look in the eyes of her lurcher, it's sad
To think of how people can be so bad.
"You'd better come home
with me", I said
"And I'll fix you a nice warm cosy bed".
I took her home and she slept all night
With me on my bed - what a funny sight.
She tucked her black nose under
I loved her so much, my heart she did win.
Some years have now passed since that special day
When I saw an Angel coming my way.
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