Tick-tock, the clock does chime,
Time moves on, so sublime,
Moments fleeting, passing by,
Leaves us wondering, asking why.
The past is gone, but still remains,
Memories etched in our brains,
Though time erodes them day by day,
Our hearts still hold them in some way.
The future's yet to come to light,
Uncertain, daunting, out of sight,
We can't predict what it will bring,
Yet we move forward, spreading our wings.
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