Time, a river, flowing free
Moments lost, like grains of sea
Sands slipping through our hands like gold
Memories fade, as years grow old
It races on, with pace so fast
Leaving us with memories of the past
A never-ending journey, it does make
Through the present, to the unknown lake
We try to grasp, but it slips away
Like water through our fingers, day by day
Yet, in its flow, we find our place
A moment\'s beauty, in time\'s embrace.