Kenneth Alward


Age is the enemy
Says the clock within
Life is passing
Wanting to win

Does it matter the score
Or the path I take?
Position and wealth
There is more at stake

The people I’ve touched
The friends I’ve made
They are the test
Have my dues been paid?

Children are grown
Cast in my form
A look in the mirror
Their face my own

A reflection of patience
A reflection of fear
Profess them my love
Praying they hear

A difference I’ve made
I hope with my heart
If not can I still?
Am I too old to start?

So many questions
To be answered within
How have I done?
The end closes in

In the end I’ll be judged
I’ll worry no more
Not by points, but love
That is the score