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.
Such a, touching poem, of how someone who’s, no longer here, had, left that, permanent, impression, on your, life.