The clock of Life by Robert H.Smith Posted by Ranu
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.
To lose one’s wealth is sad indeed,
To lose one’s health is more,
To lose one’s soul is such a loss
That no man can restore.
The present only is our own,
So Live,Love,toil with a will
Place no faith in”Tomorrow”
For the clock may then be still.
Thank you very much for bringing this lovely poem to my repertoire. I Had not read it before, but after reading this post I started looking up details about the poet and his other works, and it seems that this poem is a cult classic – which always interests me.
May God give you a very, very long life of health and happiness 🙂
Thank you my dear brother.This was hanging on our wall of my bedroom.When I had the house
painted,I took it off to put up later.I cannot find it now. It is a reminder I believe to be
happy while we are here. I cannot wait for tomorrow,I try not to.This is why I pay my bills as soon as I get them.
Dear Ranu,
Thank you very much for this. Great lessons in it.
All good wishes,
robert
Thank you Robert.
Ranu
Really great stuff! Congratulations! If you have the time I would like you to check my blog and offer me advice since I am new at this! Thanks!
I will try.
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Thank you so much for your visit.
🙂 One of the matches I found on Google when searching for the poet’s name was yours – too funny!
Yes it is. 🙂