In the realm where clocks breathe life,
Where moments march, in rhythm they thrive,
There dwells an idea, ageless and grand,
An eternal river, flowing wild and unplanned.

Time, the ever-present judge of our days,
In its linear path, it forever arrays,
A tapestry of memories, woven so fine,
Yet fading with each step, like an ancient wine.

From the first cry of a newborn child,
To the last breath, with thoughts running wild,
Time explores the depths of life's mystery,
Unfolding the chapters of our human history.

Through childhood's innocence, we sprint and play,
Unaware of the ceaseless passage, come what may,
Time's hands push us, toward adulthood's shore,
Where dreams take root, shaping our core.

In youth's exuberance, we chase our desires,
Believing invincibility fuels life's fires,
But oh, how swiftly the years go by,
As sands of time slip through fingers, goodbye.

And as we age, wrinkle by wrinkle, we find,
That time's fleeting nature greatly defines,
Our perception of existence's fleeting frame,
A ceaseless ticking clock, an open-end game.

Through love's embrace, time transcends,
Flowing swiftly or languishing, it depends,
On the depth of emotion and its sway,
Leading hearts on a journey, come what may.

But time, dear reader, does not play fair,
For it weaves chapters, with a touch so rare,
That some are blessed with its gentle caress,
While others are burdened with its harshness.

For in the grand tapestry of each destiny,
Time brings joy, love, and moments of ecstatic glee,
But also the sorrow, pain, and endless desire,
To rewind the hands, relight each fading fire.

And as we face our final twilight's descent,
We reflect on a life that seemed heaven-sent,
With time, a loyal companion in our wake,
Guiding us through the choices we'd make.

So let us honor this relentless stream,
That molds our lives like a vivid dream,
For time, though boundless, is fleeting and rare,
Inviting us to cherish each moment's affair.#MetaphorMosaic