The Ticking Clock

All the hours in a day, And the minutes in an hour. The ticking of a clock, Has perpetual power. The many roads that you walk, And the hills that you climb. Life's fragile hour glass, Holds precious sands of time. From the moment that you rise, Till at last you fall asleep. Once the day is dead and gone, It's a day you'll never keep. For each second that passes, Like a train on the track. At the final destination, You can't ever journey back. So enjoy every little minute, Of every single day. Before that ticking clock, Sweeps your sands of time away.