The clock of life
The clock of life is round but once,
And no men 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 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.
Robert H. Smith
Life is finite, live in the small moments and relish the big once.
The clock of life is round but once,
And no men 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 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.
Robert H. Smith
Life is finite, live in the small moments and relish the big once.
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