Quote

"The clock of life is wound but once, and no man as the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at a late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. For the clock may soon be still."
by Robert H. Smith.
I think that this poem means a lot because it is telling us to live our life and waste it. I think that the way Robert uses metaphor is really nice. It is also telling us we only have this one chance to do what we want. We will die sooner or later.