Till my typing is less uncomfortable I'm just C&P'ing, Hope to catch up soon,thanks all for good wishes , OUCH!
The clock of life is wound but once,
The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man 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,
That, no man 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.
Thank you for visiting and please come back, Arlene, Tango and Ruby
Hi Arlene wise words here, I do hope you are feeling better very soon. Have had a busy few days here with family visiting . The weather was kind while they were here thank goodness. Have a lovely weekend Sheila and Wile-e xx
ReplyDeleteA friend sent me a beautiful card with this verse on my 70th birthday.
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely poem and about clocks! The White Rabbit would be so pleased! Doris is a friend of mine and reccomended your blogspot so here I am. I like what I see! Have a great weekend and stop by and visit me sometime. ♥
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