Now angels are a lesser thing with hopes

Now angels are a lesser thing with hopes
Much smaller than for gods.  Expect the rough
Or sharper edges to be worn, the ropes
That trip you put away, and all those tough

Decisions mulled and softened for your brain.
But most of all, you get to think that you
And you alone are coddled.  They may feign
Devotion but (reality) a slew

Of you’s are tended by angelic hosts.
I’ve heard that when you sleep they fly away
To tend the next one on their list.  Yours floats
away when nighttime over there shows day.

But still it’s nice to think that someone loves
You more than anyone who breathes or moves.