I celebrate my life,
joyful, alive,
while the clock keeps moving.
Could it spare me some extra time?

Yet, I pause and look around.
The room is full—
happy faces everywhere.

On this cheerful earth,
my heart holds a stone.
In the sudden silence,
I fear I will end up alone.

One moment,
it is a milestone.
The next,
I am sitting on my own.

Caught in a flash of awareness,
I beg the universe:
“Please hold the time.”

But, the clock keeps moving—
could it please spare me
some extra time?