THE CLOCK OF LIFE

The Clock of Life is wound but once
and no man has the power;
To say, 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;
To lose one’s soul is such a loss
That no man can restore.

Now is the only time you own,
So live and toil with will;
Place no faith in your tomorrow,
For the clock may then be still.
                       (Author Unknown)