Did you remember? I had wondered if this was the weekend the clocks went forward but decided it was next week and on our journey home we noticed a church clock saying 4 p.m. when our watches said 3 p.m. It was only when listening to the 6 o'clock news on Radio 4 when Big Ben chimed 6 that we realised that this was the weekend that British Summertime begins. I thought the verse below appropriate for tonight's thought.
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,
As no man can restore.
The present only is our own
The present only is our own
Live, love, toil with a will -
Place no faith in "tomorrow" for
The clock may then be still.
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