The Story Behind: Country Poem #10 Angel On My Soulder
I was taken by her beauty and intrigued by her conversation. When she told me there was an angel on my shoulder, someone that I knew, my mind raced as I listened, to see if I could come up with just who the angel is. To this day I can't figure out who it might be.
So, like a teenager faced with a chance encounter with a centerfold, I froze. I didn't say much because I figured there was nothing I could do to impress her enough for it to get me anywhere. There have been similar experiences that I've had in my life. Not always concerning love, but in other areas, where I just assumed that I was just not good enough to be in the same company of someone I wanted to be like. Or be with.