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The clock of life is wound but once. And no man has the power. To tell just where 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. As no man can restore. The present only is our own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in ‘tomorrow’.
24 de jun. de 2009 · 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.
A Poem From The Heart Of Wrens World To Inspire and Encourage. 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.
17 de feb. de 2024 · “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 ...
A poem that reminds us to live, love and toil in the present, as the clock of life is wound but once and no man can tell when it will stop. The poem contrasts the loss of wealth, health and soul, and warns against placing faith in tomorrow.
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,
13 de may. de 2010 · A university project to animate a poem using kinetic typography.Poem by Robert H. Smith, titled The Clock of LifeNarrated by Ben PowersAnimated by Alex Macph...
