Sands Of Time - poem.
Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 2:01 pm
Sands Of Time - poem.
The clock of life is wound but once,
And no one has the power,
To tell just when the hands will stop,
At late or early hour.
To lose ones wealth is sad indeed,
To lose ones health is more,
To lose ones soul is such a loss
That no one 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.
anon
The clock of life is wound but once,
And no one has the power,
To tell just when the hands will stop,
At late or early hour.
To lose ones wealth is sad indeed,
To lose ones health is more,
To lose ones soul is such a loss
That no one 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.
anon