The Journey of Time

The Journey of Time

In the gentle sway of moments, fleeting,

Time whispers soft, its secrets fleeting.

It dances with the shadows, ever bold,

Weaving tales of the young and the old.

Friends are fleeting stars, they shine and fade,

In the journey of time, their paths are laid.

We gather in their warmth, in joy we bind,

Yet time's relentless tide, leaves them behind.

The years march on, a silent, steady beat,

Wrinkled skin and silver hair, the signs we meet.

We age like autumn leaves, in golden grace,

Yet in our hearts, youth’s echoes still embrace.

Time, so precious, slipping through our hands,

A fleeting gift in life's vast, shifting sands.

We chase it, yearn for more, yet find it’s true,

In moments cherished, time’s essence shines through.

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

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