Household articles (The 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
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.
For the clock may soon be still.
- Robert H. Smith
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