The clock upon the wall, it ticks
With hands that never cease to move,
Each second whispers, life’s small tricks,
A dance that we must all approve.

The pendulum swings to and fro,
Marking moments, lost and found,
In its rhythm, we come to know,
The silent, yet profound.

Time’s passage, a relentless stream,
It flows, indifferent to our plea,
We chase it in a waking dream,
Yet it remains, wild and free.

So let us cherish every beat,
Each tick, each tock, a precious gift,
For in the end, we must concede,
Time’s embrace, a timeless lift.