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 the 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 knew 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 retiring 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 do not.
Did I say spring was in the air,
and something about a fair?
I can’t really remember;
perhaps it was December.
Isam Hussain's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (Even Angels Grow Old and Forgetful by Isam Hussain )
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
William Ernest Henley
- The Christmas Box, Edgar Albert Guest
- Next Of Kin, Edgar Albert Guest
- The Honor Roll, Edgar Albert Guest
- Safe At Home, Edgar Albert Guest
- Old Years And New, Edgar Albert Guest
- She Powders Her Nose, Edgar Albert Guest
- Mother's Job, Edgar Albert Guest
- Education Coming Full Circle, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
- What Father Knows, Edgar Albert Guest
- To The Boy, Edgar Albert Guest