Daily Prompt : Tentative
In response to prompt :Tentative
No matter how cautious a person is, his clock of life will stop at the appointed hour. A few days ago there was News of a British student who went for a vacation in Shri Lanka, he wandered to a lake where he put his hand in the water to wash it, hidden there, was a crocodile, it grabbed his hand and pulled him down.
His cries for help didn’t work, for no one was around to hear it. His fellow travelers found his dead body. It reminds me of the poem :
The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power
To tell just where 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
As no man can restore.
The present only is our own,
Live, love, toil with a will.
Place no faith in “tomorrow,” for
The clock may then be still.
Thank you for this post on memento mori. Reflecting on our mortality is a useful practice.
All good wishes,
Thank you, it’s important to remember we aren’t permanent here. We’ll only take our deeds with us nothing else.
If someone could remind number 45 it would be great. 🙂