Time

By Mathew Edet

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In time's unyielding grasp, we find our fate

A force that shapes our lives with a gentle sway.

As fleeting moments pass, we contemplate

The transient nature of each passin' day.

 

With every tick and tock, time slips away

Yet in its wake, the memories remain

A tapestry of moments on display

Moments of joy, of loss, of love's sweet strain.

 

Through time's unyieldin' march, we learn to grow

To seize each precious second as it flies.

For in the present, life's true beauty shows

And cherished memories become our prize.

 

So let us grasp each moment as it's here

For time's embrace, both fleetin' and sincere