~~~ Life's Clock ~~~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
As 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.
** I have no idea who wrote this but it is hand signed by Sister Matilda. It moved me literally when I found it at an auction. Behind the handwritten words are the most gorgeous water color shades of pink roses & florals nestled amongst ivy in a 3/4 wreath, in a very old wooden frame. It profoundly says it all. I just had to have it. **