LIFE’S CLOCK

LIFE’S CLOCK

The clock of life is wound but once

And no man has the power

To tell just where the hands will stop

At late or early hour

To lose one’s wealth is sad indeed

To lose one’s health is more

To lose one’s soul is such a loss

As no man can restore

The present only is our own

Life Love Toil with a will

Place no faith in tomorrow-for

The clock may then be still.

            Author Unknown