A silent river, ever flowing on,
Time whispers by, its course forever known.
A relentless march, with steady, measured beat,
It carries empires rise, and then retreat.
A precious gift, each fleeting, fragile hour,
A chance to love, to learn, to dream, to soar.
Hold fast the moments, let them fill your cup,
For time, once spent, we never gather up.
For in each breath, a chance to rise,
To paint a smile in tearful eyes.
Let time unfold, a gentle guide,
Embrace the journey, side by side.
For time, though silent, speaks in whispers true,
"Live well, dear heart, the clock is ticking for you."