I Was Here Some.

The clock of Life wound but once,

And no man has the power to tell

Just when the hands will stop

 At last or early hour

To lose ones wealth is sad indeed

To loose ones health is more

To loose ones soul is such a loss

As no man can restore.

The present is our own

Live, Love, Toil with a will

Place no faith in tomorrow

For the clock may then be still. 

J.Annan

After all is said and done, what will you have lived here on earth for?