Time, that elusive river, flows steadily forward,
Carrying moments into the past,
A constant reminder of life’s fleeting nature.
Each second, once lived, becomes a memory,
A part of our personal history.
We move through our days,
Time shaping our experiences,
Our growth, our understanding of the world.
It teaches us to cherish the present,
For it is the only moment we truly possess.
The past, though gone, remains with us,
Lessons learned, joys remembered, sorrows endured.
In this relentless march of time,
We find both beauty and melancholy.
Beauty lies in the richness of our experiences,
The connections we make, the wisdom we gain.
Melancholy comes from the realization
That moments, once passed, cannot be reclaimed.
Yet, it is this very nature of time
That gives life its depth and meaning.
It encourages us to live fully,
To embrace each moment with gratitude,
And to look forward with hope.
For in the end, it is the passage of time
That weaves the tapestry of our lives,
Each thread a testament to our journey.
And each journey a connection to our past