In the quiet tick of the clock’s embrace,
Time moves with grace, an endless chase.
Moments slip through fingers like sand,
Leaving memories, a gentle hand.

The hours pass in silent flight,
Day turns to night, night to light.
The clock’s face, a stoic guide,
Marks the journey, far and wide.

Each second whispers tales untold,
Of dreams to chase, of hearts so bold.
The ticking rhythm, a constant song,
Leading us where we belong.

As the hands of time entwine,
We dance within its grand design.
Embrace the present, cherish the past,
For each moment, too soon, won’t last.