The passage of time is a river
A flow that never stops or slows
It carries us along with its current
From the source to the sea it goes
The passage of time is a clock
A tick that marks each moment and hour
It reminds us of our limits and deadlines
From the dawn to the dusk it towers
The passage of time is a mirror
A reflection that shows our changes and scars
It reveals our growth and our aging
From the youth to the old it charts
The passage of time is a teacher
A lesson that teaches us wisdom and grace
It helps us to appreciate and cherish
From the past to the present to the future it traces
About the Creator
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