Time's Passage

In the quiet corridors where seconds softly tread,

Time weaves a tapestry, with memories finely spread.

Moments fleeting, like whispers in the breeze,

In the dance of hours, life finds its ease.

The hands of the clock, relentless in their chase,

Capture the echoes of laughter, the contours of grace.

In the gallery of yesterdays, portraits unfold,

Stories untold, in the book of time, they're scrolled.

The sun and moon, steadfast in their course,

Witness the symphony of life's rhythmic force.

From dawn's first light to twilight's embrace,

Time's passage etches lines on every face.

Yet, within this journey, as moments slip away,

A timeless truth lingers, a promise to convey.

Embrace the present, let memories be sage,

For in Time's passage, lies life's cherished page.