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 a will.
      Place no faith in time.
      For the clock may soon be still.

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Shared from my sister, Amy Van Note:

 After a church service on Sunday morning,
a young boy suddenly announced to his mother,
"Mom, I've decided to become a minister When I grow up."

"That's okay with us, but what made you decide that?"

"Well," said the little boy, "I have to go to church on
  Sunday anyway, and I figure it will be more fun to stand up and
 yell, than to sit and listen."