The Guardian

Did you protest when assigned those years ago,
Pure spirit, my choices surely you’d know,
What a hassle it would be as you would ride,
All those years restless, steadfast by my side.

Who am I to receive you, most loyal of friends,
The ups and downs, never consistent trends,
Your whispers I heard in my quiet ears,
Most times your reason could qualm all my fears.

Sometimes I forgot your sound advice to heed,
Forgetting my Faith, forsaking my creed,
Your back on me you never turned,
Loyal and true even though you were spurned.

I love you my friend, my steadfast guide,
Guardian, protector, please no more hide,
Show me your face so that I may know,
The angel that watches, the one called Pisio...