Grief Poems: 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 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 […]
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