The clock ticks on, a steady, ceaseless beat,
Its hands trace paths no mortal can delay.
Each moment lost, a memory bittersweet,
As dawn surrenders to the close of day.
The leaves once green now wear a golden hue,
The river winds where mountains stood so proud.
The stars that watched our youth seem somehow new,
Yet hold our secrets in their ancient shroud.
The past’s a shadow cast by fleeting light,
The future waits, unformed, a silent vow.
Each breath we take transforms both day and night,
For life is bound to change, as we are now.
Embrace the flow, let time its wisdom share,
For beauty lives in moments we repair.
Some short but interesting. I like it! Don't stop your inspiration. Some times I use to write poems. Keep active. Have great times from now on.