Life's Clock

by Bill
(Forest Grove, Ore)

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
Live, love, toil with a will -
Place no faith in "tomorrow" -
For the clock may then be still.

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