The clock ticks loud, a steady beat,
Each moment passing, swift and fleet.
Seconds melt to minutes, then hours,
Fleeting as rain, fading like flowers.

Time is a thief, sly and unseen,
Turning the old from what once has been.
Dreams of tomorrow, whispers of past,
The now is fleeting—it never will last.

So grasp each moment, hold it tight,
Find joy in the day, not just the night.
Time’s wings are fragile, but they will soar,
Make today count, forevermore.

-Kennedy Young