With a liking for antiques and sometimes,as a child having dreamt of finding something long and forgotten in some dusty volume; the very thing happened when I stood on tiptoe to take out a '64 edition oxford dictionary from the bookshelf.They were written nearly thirty five years ago by my uncle.
These are those lines:
Watches tick the minute away;
Clocks strike the hour;
With the sands of time running out fast;
One day,we hope to sit back and think;
"Of a life well spent,in sweet content."
Words touched me.Words failed me.