Farewell, Angel Poem by John Yaws

I somehow can identify,
With your need to flee...
On more than one occasion-
Has that urge come over me.
But there are those who need you,
In you they've found a stay,
A smile, and word of kindness
To brighten up their day.
A chiding quip, or comment-
Eliciting a smile...
And giving them the courage,
To press on for awhile.
Perhaps a mystic princess-
To add spice to their plate.
I beg you reconsider-
Before it is too late.
Perhaps it is the wording-
Of your writing which inspires-
Or your seeming, boundless vigor
Does lift the one who tires.
So, if, and when, you spread your wings-
To on your journey go-
Remember, mortals love you-
On this ball of mud below.