David van Oorschot

The clock of life is wound but once

And no-one has the power
To say just when the hands will stop

The year, the day, the hour.

To lose your wealth is bad enough, To lose your health is more
To lose your soul a tragedy That no-one can restore.

Today alone you call your own To do with as you will
Don’t count upon tomorrow friends

The hands may then be still.