Whispers of the Hourglass

In the stillness of contemplation, I sit,

Reflecting on time, its ebb and its flow,

A river of moments, forever moving,

Carrying memories, both joy and woe.

The past, a tapestry woven with threads,

Of laughter and tears, of dreams and regret,

Each choice and action, etched in its fabric,

Shaping the person that I am, I suspect.

The present, a fleeting and fragile gift,

A delicate bloom in the garden of now,

Moments unfurl, like petals in the breeze,

So cherish them deeply, for time won't allow.

And as for the future, uncertain and vast,

A canvas awaiting the strokes of my hand,

I'll paint it with hope and courage, you see,

For the future is where my dreams will expand.

But amidst these reflections on time's swift course,

I find solace in moments that truly endure,

Love, friendship, laughter, the ties that bind,

Forever preserved, timeless and pure.

So let us embrace this fleeting existence,

With gratitude for each precious day we find,

For time may be transient, but its lessons profound,

In reflections on time, wisdom we shall unwind.