The Clock Of Life....

The Clock Of Life

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.

Robert H. Smith
©1932-1982

Wonderful Poem Vanilla2

Life is very Short, If we make the Best of our Time here, and be a Positive Influence for those around us, we can change the world. What better way to Give Back than to Be the Best Person we can Be.

Many Blessings