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
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