Time, the everflowing river, never still,
A silent witness to our joys and sorrows,
It marches on, relentless, without will,
Bestowing us both tomorrows and yesterdays.

In its unyielding current we are swept,
Moments fleeting, like whispers in the wind,
Memories, the treasures we have kept,
In the tapestry of life, they are pinned.

Yet time is also a healer of wounds,
A gentle hand that soothes the deepest pain,
It cradles us in its eternal tunes,
As we dance through sunshine and rain.

So let us cherish every passing day,
For time is both our master and our friend,
In its embrace, we find our way,
Until the very end.