The Sands of Time

Time slips through our fingers

Like grains of sand

Never to be grasped again

Our youth, a fleeting moment

Gone in the blink of an eye

Leaving us to wonder

Where the years did fly

We race against the clock

Hoping to make the most

Of every precious second

But time is a ghost

It moves on and on

Unstoppable and unyielding

Leaving us behind

Our lives just a field

Of memories and dreams

That fade with each passing hour

So hold onto the present

Embrace every precious moment

For time, it has the power

To slip through your grasp

Leaving you with nothing but the past

So make every moment count

For time, it is fleeting

And the future, it is mounting