The clock of life is wound but once, And no man has power To tell just when the hands will stop At late or early hour. To lose one’s wealth is sad indeed. Too lose one’s health is more. To lose one’s soul is such a loss That no man can restore. Today, only is our own. So live, love and toil with a will Place no faith in tomorrow, For the clock may soon be still.
By Robert H. Smith
This is from http://www.poetry-inspirational.org
Much Love and Many Blessings
Robin
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I was Born and Raised in Jacksonville, Florida I am the youngest of 8 Siblings my Parents are Myrtice Sykes and Frederick Sykes my Dad is deceased. I graduated from Jean Ribault Senior High School. I went to Florida State College at Jacksonville but did not finish. After a nine-year break, I'm back in school studying for my Bachelor's Degree in English and with a emphasis with in Professional Writing at Grand Canyon University. I am currently unemployed. I am a Christian who loves the Lord, and I live in Jacksonville, Florida, with my Mom.
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