Even Angels Grow Old and Forgetful
I remember being asked to go to Galilee
To break the good news to a young lady.
I told her what the Lord had told me
And of future things He could foresee.
Well, Joseph heard, he blew his top
His fears and doubts I had to stop.
He eventually calmed down
After a huff, a puff, and a frown.
Some say he was born in December
But I distinctly remember
Spring was in the air
And I felt like a child at a fair.
There was much revelry at the inn
Where the happy father had been.
Even the shepherds joined in
A rowdy lot, making such a din.
I still had one or two things to do
I am his Guardian Angel, you know.
I heard that the Magi were on their way
And Herod, the children wished to slay.
All this happened two thousand years ago
I was young then and always on the go.
The Lord had lots of business to go through
He relied on me to do his will just so.
I am thinking of retirement now
It is time for me to take a bow.
You see, I am old, my memory gone to pot
Sometimes I remember, sometimes I don’t.
Did I say Spring was in the air?
And something about a fair?
I can’t really remember
Perhaps it was December.
poem by Isam Hussain
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