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.


            Keith Garrett