THE CLOCK OF LIFE
THE CLOCK OF LIFE IS WOUND BUT ONCE
AND NO ONE HAS THE POWER
TO KNOW JUST WHEN THE HANDS WILL STOP
AT LATE OR EARLY HOUR
NOW IS THE ONLY TIME WE OWN
GIVE LOVE...TOIL WITH A WILL
PLACE NO FAITH IN TOMORROW
FOR THE CLOCK MAY THEN BE STILL
Author: unknown
One of James favorite poems
