The clock of Life by Robert H.Smith Posted by Ranu

January 31, 2013

English: An analogue clock face without hands. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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.