An endless pool

In the tapestry of existence, there's a thread,

A relentless force that leaves no moments unfed.

It weaves through our lives, both gentle and fast,

A reminder that nothing forever will last.

Time, a silent river flowing through our days,

Measuring our joys and sorrows in its steady pace.

It paints the sky with hues of dawn and dusk,

Leaving footprints on hearts, an eternal mark to trust.

With each tick of the clock, a heartbeat's dance,

Whispering stories of chance and circumstance.

It carries our dreams on wings of fleeting breath,

Reminding us to cherish each embrace before death.

In the cradle of youth, time stretches wide,

An ocean of endless possibility, a thrilling ride.

But as the years pass, it quickens its stride,

Leaving us yearning to capture the moments that hide.

Oh, how time's hand can both heal and wound,

A bittersweet melody, with harmony and dissonance attuned.

It teaches us patience, resilience, and grace,

And with every passing second, leaves its trace.

Yet, let us not mourn its swift flight,

For time is a gift, a precious and sacred rite.

It paints the canvas of our lives with purpose and rhyme,

Reminding us to seize the moments, to make them sublime.

So let us dance with time, hand in hand,

Embracing the journey, the shifting sand.

For in its ebb and flow, there's wisdom to gain,

And in its transient beauty, there's love to sustain.

In the tapestry of existence, let us find solace,

Knowing that time is a gift we must embrace.

For it is in the passing moments, the hours we borrow,

That we truly learn to live, to love, and to sow.