THE CLOCK OF LIFE
The clock of life is wound but once, And no man has the power
To tell just when 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, That no man can restore.
(Thirty people died while you read this short verse.)
Every hour 5,417 go to meet their Maker.
You could have been among them.
Would you have been ready?
