Stillness of the night, I tick I tock - tick, tock
A faithful servant to the passing hours,
Moments sift through my hands like sand,
Yet I stand, unyielding to powers in-hand.

I’ve watched the sunrise, then fade to dusk,
Seen shadows stretch, shrink upon the wall,
The laughter, tears, love, the loss,
All echoing in my steady, constant call.

Each second I count is both a boon and a gift,
And a thief, stealing what was just begun,
But in my face, the truth is clear and swift—
All things must pass, as sure as night comes.

Now, my hands grow tired and slow,
The final chimes prepare to sound and to sow,
I wonder if my work has mattered so and so,
In this endless cycle, round and round I go.

For I've marked the moments, brief and bright,
And kept the rhythm of life's fleeting dance,
Yet in my heart, I know, within fading light,
That time itself is nothing but a fleeting trance.

So as I take my final breath of air,
And the last tock echo in the gloom,
I leave you all this simple, silent prayer—
Cherish the time before you meet your tomb.

© TheRetro_Reader