In the quiet whispers of time, we find our way,
Through the corridors of life, both night and day.
Moments fleeting, yet memories stay,
Guiding us gently, come whatever may.
The ticking clock, a silent friend or foe,
In its embrace, we learn, we grow.
Each second a gift, each minute aglow,
With lessons of love, of highs and lows.
Lifeâs tapestry, woven with threads so fine,
Colors of joy, of sorrow align.
In every heartbeat, a rhythm divine,
Echoes of dreams, in hearts entwined.
As we journey through timeâs endless sea,
We cherish moments, setting our spirits free.
In the dance of life, just you and me,
Writing our story, for eternity.