Upon the stage where shadows softly play,
The clock doth chime a tune both sweet and grim;
Each tick a whisper of the fleeting day,
A gentle reminder of life’s transient hymn.

The sun doth rise and paint the sky anew,
Yet time, relentless, steals each vibrant hue;
In every hour, a tale of life unfolds,
As memories fade, like stories untold.

Oh, cruel time, that withers all that’s fair,
Yet in thy passage, beauty finds its grace;
For in each moment’s flight, we learn to care,
To cherish every fleeting, tender place.

Let not the sands of time our spirit bind,
For love and dreams endure beyond the clock;
In every heartbeat, let our souls entwine,
Defying time’s unyielding, steady walk.