awesome poem, kellticwarrior.
i am always thrilled when i find i buried treasure in these archives.
as hard as i tried to savour the seconds, and utilize the years i've been given, i must still confess to time management inefficiency.
for example, all the time i spent wasted, was time wasted.
if only i could get back all the time that i have wasted in one big block.
if i can't remember... did it really happen?
here is a gift of poetry.
_____________________________ The Clock of LifeThe 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'
For the clock may then be still.
by Robert H Smith