Every tick of the clock, every stroke,
reminds me of how fast each moment passes.
The days drip and the present
Becomes the past.

Time ebbing away,
And every window that opens up
is another opportunity that arises..
With every milestones cleared,
we retell tales with confidence;
About that time-
The times which still felt so far ahead.
All the struggles and
Rushing time,
to beat the eleventh hour.

We are all still a work in progress.

Looking back at those
years of growth,
bittersweet moments-
unforgettable memories we’ve made
Will be the friends that we had
And the way they made us laugh
So as for the memories and good times,
These will be the ones kept
so dearly to our hearts.