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.
The present only is our own,
So live, love, toil with a will,
Place no faith in “Tomorrow,”
For the Clock may then be still.
―
The Daily Addictions prompt word this morning: CLOCK
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The first thing I hear when I wake is the tick-tock of my bedroom clock. Imagine waking to silence…
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That would really make you think! We’ve woken to pitch darkness when the power was knocked out for some reason. Gives a person a unique “alone in the universe” feeling.
Thanks for your comment. Have a great day.
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