"It's quite a sad love of work"

I had my epiphany on a Thursday morning

It may have been a Sunday

Maybe even Tuesday

Some time ago

But not long enough to forget

This epiphany occurred every day

Regardless of when it started

Even though it never asked

It woke me up every time

Like when a little raindrop reaches for your arm and lands

Waking you up even when you're not asleep

It's as sudden as a child's voice

Making itself known

Making itself heard

Even when their guardian isn't listening

someone is

Guardian Angel

Can our angels give us wings to rent without a fee

So maybe someone like me can fly to better yesterdays?