LIFE'S CLOCK

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 your own

Live, love, toil with a will

Place no faith in "tomorrow"

for the clock may then be still.

(A verse on a card of mine)

My dear old dad would often be called upon to set and mend clocks when they went wrong. There was an old Grandfather clock in his old home and I would often go with him to set the weights and keep it in good condition.