Kenneth Allen Paul

Rest in peace dear brother and father

May the road rise up to meet you.

May the wind be always at your back.

May the sun shine warm upon your face,

The rains fall soft upon your fields,

And, until we meet again,

May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Time-A poem by Kenneth Paul To his Mother

Time is a hunter, a stalker of men It’s been this way since no one knows when Time starts its hunting the day you were born With each passing birthday, a year you will mourn Time does not care if you’re rich or you’re poor Time doesn’t care who you are, that’s for sure!!!She’ll let you get by until you are old Or she’ll take you out young.... Time can be bold. Time is a concept on which we base clocks They mark all the hours with their ticks and their tocks Time gives you hours and days, months, and years And eons to learn to fight all your fears! Time can be good and time can be bad...Sad time, & glad time & time to be mad. Time can go fast like it’s not even there Then time can drag, and it doesn’t seem fair. But time is a concept we hold in our mind!!!If we don’t think about it, we don’t really care But you don’t want to waste it, oh no! Don’t you dare!!!Time marches forward, unstoppable force Yes... Time will get you, yes it will. Yes of course!!!Time waits for no man, it has been said Time will run by you & you will be dead! But it will not stop there, it goes on & on Time is a stalker of your time, ‘til you’re gone!!!4/18/03

K. Paul For my Mom From your Black Sheep.

“He who works with his hands is a laborer.

He who works with his hands and his head is a craftsman.

He who works with his hands

and his head and his heart is an artist.”

St. Francis of Assissi

A special Thank You to: Victoria Ferreira and the staff at

Kane-Jerrett Funeral Home

Rev. Dr. Heather Vais

And all the staff at Credit Valley Hospital