Clock of Life
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.
Now is the only time you own,
Live, learn, toil with a will,
Place no faith in tomorrow,
For the clock may then be still.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
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