The Clock of Life
The clock of life is wound but once, 
No man has power to tell 
Just when the hands will stop their course, 
At late, or early bell.

To live each hour with purpose true, 
With kindness, love, and grace, 
Is how a life leaves footprints deep 
That time can’t erase.

Mr. Ross walked his moments well, 
Through sunshine, storms, and song. 
Each tick he gave to family, faith, 
And doing right, not wrong.

Now time has gently called his name, 
His earthly watch complete. 
But love goes on—unchanged, unbound— 
Where heaven and memory meet.

So cherish now each precious hour, 
Hold close the ones you love. 
For life keeps time, but love lives on, 
Beyond this clock—above.