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The Clock Of Life
By Robert H. Smith
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.
10 comments:
but I always place stock in tomorrow coming! :/
good poem though.
-ilychs
Aaah Lovely! I'm not much of poetry reader but this one was easily digested. :)
glad this poem was written in a lighter way. thanks for sharing it.
A good reminder of what is important....well said! Profound in its simplicity...a few lines that speak so much to the heart. Glad you thought to share this!
@Matt—Right? So do I! I guess technically we're getting a little ahead of ourselves, huh? Haha.
@Madde—I’m not, either, but I loved this one! I tend toward poetry that I don’t have to dig too deep to understand. ;-)
@sEy—Agreed! And you’re very welcome.
@June—Absolutely. I loved how quickly and easily the poet got his point across. I think this poem is just lovely. Glad you commented!
Yep, live it up today, our favorite quote similar to this poem:
"Seize the moment. Think about all those women on the Titanic who waved off the dessert cart."
— Erma Bombeck
A new way to say something old-I like it!
@2girlsonabench—HA! Too true. That’s why you never pass up dessert.
@The Words Crafter—I’m glad!
What a wonderful poem! Thanks for sharing this Sarah!
I like this :)
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