Infinite Moments: A Poem on the Fluidity of Time

Time, the elusive thief,

Who steals away our youth and dreams,

A fickle friend, ever brief,

Life's river, with endless streams.

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It marches on, never still,

With each tick of the clock,

It persists, without our will,

And yet we cannot turn back the block.

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We measure it in seconds and years,

But its meaning cannot be contained,

For it carries both joy and tears,

And the memories that remain.

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Though it passes by so fast,

And we cannot slow it down,

We must cherish it, make it last,

Before it steals away without a sound.

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For time is life, and life is time,

A precious gift, so hard to find,

So let us make the most of it,

Before we leave this world behind.

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