LIFE'S CLOCK

The clock of life is wound but once
And no one has the power to tell
Just 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
As 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.