The Clock Of Life

Posted by Gordon on October 11, 2009 at 8:00am

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


oldbuck said...
Below is my ryming rendition of this lovely poem. I hope no one is offended by my work. Oldbuck

An Easter time reminder:

The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power to tell
Just when the hands will stop
Or what may ring his bell.

Now is the only time you own.
Live, love, and toil with will.
Place no faith in life or time.
For both may soon be still.

For only He can know for sure
What is in store for you.
A longer life with gold and jewels
Or short, with rewards few.

It’s best we’re kept not knowing
We’d worry needlessly
It’s best we only trust in Him
For trusting is the key.

So brace yourself and buckle in
As life may seem so wrong
But remember this for sure is true
He’s with you all along.

For life is just a test at best,
He aims to prove your will.
He deserves to know your mind
For He has paid your bill.

This brings us now to Easter Day
Tomorrow won’t come late.
He died for us, but lives again
That’s what we’ll celebrate.

So when you’re tucking in tonight
Take some time to pray,
Thank you Lord, In Jesus name.
Is all you need to say.

This Easter time poem was prompted by one written on a scrap of paper found in a dead mans pocket.
Oldbuck March 2008