The Clock
Life's clock is wound but once
and no man hath the power
to know 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,
that no man can restore.
Today, only is our own.
So live, love and toil with a will.
Place no faith in tomorrow,
for the clock may soon be still.
1932, 1982
Robert H Smith
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