Thursday, July 21, 2005

As Time Goes By...

The clock of life is wound but once,
And no one has the power
To tell just where the hands will stop,
At late or early hour...

The present only is our own
Live, love, toil with a will;
Place no faith in tomorrow
For the clock may then be still.

- Robert H Smith
As remembered from its place by my mother's cookie jar.

Image: Paul Almsey 'Rock N Roll Sur Les Quais de Paris'

1 comment:

Rock said...

A timeless saying. If you'll pardon the pun :-)