The Precious Gift

The clock ticks on, with a steady beat,

A reminder of the time, that can't be beat.

It moves forward, never looking back,

And takes us on a journey, on a never-ending track.

The value of time, so often unknown,

A treasure so rare, it's worth more than gold.

It's a gift that we receive, with every breath we take,

And an opportunity, that should never be forsaken.

We measure it, in hours and in days,

And watch it slip away, in so many ways.

But the value of time, is not in its measure,

But in the memories, that we treasure.

It gives us a chance, to live and to love,

To learn and grow, and to reach up above.

It's a chance to be kind, and to make a difference,

And to leave a legacy, that's full of persistence.

So let us hold tight, to this precious gift,

And use it wisely, to lift and uplift.

For in this time, we find our true worth,

And a chance to live life, with its beauty and mirth.