In the quiet room, the clock ticks on,
Whispers of moments long gone,
Shadows dance on the wall,
Timeâs silent, unyielding call.
Each second a gentle breath,
In the stillness, life and death,
Hands move in endless grace,
Marking paths we all must trace.
Midnight chimes a haunting tune,
Stars wane beneath the moon,
Dreams awaken in its sway,
Guiding souls to break of day.
Yet in its face, a story told,
Of timeâs embrace, both young and old,
The clock ticks, an eternal guide,
Through lifeâs vast, unending tide.