In the quiet hours of the night,
Time whispers secrets of the past,
Shadows dance in fading light,
Moments slip away so fast.

The clock ticks on, a steady beat,
Each second marking life’s retreat,
Memories like fleeting dreams,
Lost in time’s relentless streams.

Seasons change and years unfold,
Stories of the young and old,
Faces blur and voices fade,
As we march through time’s parade.

Yet in each fleeting breath we find,
The beauty of a moment’s grace,
For though time may leave us behind,
In our hearts, it leaves its trace.