Angelic Wisdom

The man when he fell in a manhole To rescue him came not a kind soul He cried himself hoarse for attention If someone came gave him ascension Help me help me he cried mad and wild None came to stop no adult no child Hours were gone the day turned a blur Falling light told him night was not far Despair ate him killing his hope Wouldn’t come a hand holding a rope When he was giving up on aid or redress Shadowing his sky there appeared a face The silhouette told him had come an angel To fly him on wings raise him from the well His hopes rekindled here was a kind soul To end his plight lift him from the hole From up the manhole spoke a deep voice Being in this mess was purely your choice Your own carelessness has brought you ill luck What was the need to take a hurried walk?