My Favorite Poem

The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power.
To tell just when the hands will stop,
On what day or what hour.

Now is the only time you have,
So live it with a will.
Don’t wait until tomorrow,
The hands may then be still.

~ Author Unknown

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