Life's Clock
( by Unknown Author)
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The clock of life is wound but once, And no man has the power, to tell just when the hands will stop, At late or early hour. To lose one's wealth is sad indeed, To lose one's health is more, As no more can restore. The present only is our own, Live, love, toil with a will, Place no faith in tomorrow for, The clock may then be still. (Unknown Author) |