After 66 years I finally found a Poem that sums up my thoughts on our life
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 spirit is such a loss
That no man can restore."
Today, only is our own.
So live, love and toil with a will.
Place no faith in tomorrow,
For the clock may soon be still.
By Robert H Smith
Copyright 1932, 1982
Revised by Ray Fortier 2010