Time and the Human Experience

The ticking clock, the passing day,

Time marches on, it doesn't delay,

A concept we measure, yet can't fully grasp,

As it eludes our control, we cling to its clasp.

Does time exist, or is it a mere construct?

A product of our mind, a truth we must deduct,

We measure it in moments, hours, and years,

But its true essence, we can only feel in tears.

Time can heal wounds, or make them deeper,

It can bring joy, or make us a weeper,

We strive to make the most of every second,

But time flies by, leaving us to reckon.

It's fleeting, intangible, and ever-changing,

A paradox we face, endlessly arranging,

The past, present, and future, intertwined,

Our experience of time, a mystery to find.

Philosophers ponder, scientists research,

But time remains an enigma, an endless search,

For the concept of time, is more than we know,

It's a reflection of life, an endless flow.

So cherish each moment, before it's gone,

For time waits for no one, it just moves on,

Embrace its beauty, its lessons to learn,

For in time's passing, we discover and discern.