Life’s Clock


A very old and timeless message from a plaque on Grandma Nelda’s bedroom wall:

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 ones 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.


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