A BOY NAMED PAUL
I knew a boy by the name of Paul,
He went away late Summer or Fall.
When he was little he played in the snow,
These things I remember from long ago.
I think of the smile he had on his face,
It fades from my memory yet there’s still a trace.
When I think of him it reminds me,
Of just how fragile this life can be.
It makes me feel special for he came to me,
Just a short time before life set him free.
There was a boy by the name of Paul,
He laughed and played but that’s not all.
He had a life of which I speak,
Cut too short, it did not reach its peak.
I’ll think of him as you do,
A soul in heaven, a part of you.
For his mother, Father, and Sister.