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. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Darn
Freaking busy days at work with dual roles - can't wait for my shuttle to come each day after an intensive day of slavery in the office.
What you sow should be what you reap. But then who says life was ever fair?