The Dance of Time

The whirling hands of the clock won't stop for you and me All we can do is watch and hope Before the tidal wave of the years washes our sand castles away The dance of time is something which we have no control over We are all trapped within it like marionettes we move and play various games As the years rush by and our mortal bodies disintegrate We reach for the brass ring but it eludes us and knowing that night will soon be upon us We light our candles and pray