time to change 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 loose one wealth is sad indeed

To loose one health is more,

To loose one 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 clock may then be still.  – Robert H. Smith

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4 Responses to CLOCK

  1. Simply Me says:

    Love the comment, so “Live, Love, Toil with a will!” so apt and a great start to the New Year!

  2. Hardik Gohil says:

    Lovely poem…. 🙂

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