*Charter Member*

*Past Vice President*

of The St. Marys LEO Club

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.

The present only is our own, So live, love, toil with a will--

Place no faith in 'Tomorrow'-- For the clock may then be still.

Robert H. Smith

1932-1982