Angels...

People imagine tall, winged, and white,
That's an angel to you,
They walk among us whether you know it or not,
They walk wearing jeans and glasses too.

Angels in glasses with stringy brown hair,
They're kind, and sweet, and love to smile.
Angels in clubs playing D&D,
Let me fly with angels a while.

They're leader is a backstage guy,
A guru of light if you will,
Flights among cords and wires for stars,
Even when he's moving he's still.

Angels in stripes with tinsil teeth,
They always have bad yearbook shots,
Angels at home on Friday night,
To everyone but me he rots.

This angel, my hero, flies so high,
His wings don't even match,
In heaven he will never be alone,
He'll always have someone to catch.

Angels in scuffed boots and tapered jeans,
to society they may all be a zero.
Angels in glasses are more than that,
Each one to me is a hero