The Clock of Time (10/18/13)

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,
 To lose one’s soul is such a loss
 That no man can restore.

The present only is our own,
 So Live, Love, toil with a will
 Place no faith in “Tomorrow”.......

......For the clock may then be still.

By Robert Smith