An Angel Called Paulette

Who said birthdays were for trite celebrations? A day just for forgetting the world’s woes Who said they were not for jubilation? Of our victory against time and space; our foes Answer, for I am happy and sad at the same time I wish I could get hold of the person Who lied to me the world has nothing good to offer For I would tell him the story of a person A person I met when life kicked me to suffer When all my hope and faith trickled A colorful butterfly flew my way Gently guided me to a garden where love sprinkled Where all my hope was restored and my pain rinsed away How I wish I was not a poet but a painter I would have painted the angel in you Who fed my soul that faithful night That night tears filled my heart tight You were there to show me the light When I see you, I know my God loves me For he did not let or sublet His gift of an angel called Paulette to me But for free He sent you as a friend and course-mate Just when I thought it was too late To pull me from the doldrums and empower me How soon does time fly! Oh how fast the biological clock ticks In celestial haste to expose the beauty that lies In the centre of our hearts each passing day When I try to look at God through the sky I get completely carried away As I fruitlessly try to fathom The dexterity He used in creating you Because as the world revolves you evolve Into the perfect apotheosis of His love for mankind