The clock of life is wound but once,
...and no man knows the hour,
Just when those hands will stop,
...at late or early hour.
"Now" is the only time you own,
...to live, love, work with the will.
Place no faith in tomorrow,
...for the hands may then be still.
Pic taken summer 2008.
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PS.Here's a little poem that I really loved, about cyber-friendships. Check it out!!!
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Another BEAUTIFUL poem!!! :o)