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