The hand of the second hand fly,
the minute hand moves as well,
hard to notice, but the hour hand secretly creeps along,
pretty soon the day ends and we can only wonder,
where
has
time
gone?

Days have a magical way of turning into weeks,
weeks feel the need to morph into months,
mere twelve of those turn into a year,
ten years equate a decade,
where
has
time
gone?

A whole lifetime can pass without us really knowing it,
do what we can to cherish this time,
do not to let it slip by in a wasteful manner,
finding ourselves idly asking,
where
has
time
gone?