Hands of Time

The seconds tick,
The minutes click,
And hours pass on by.
Days fade to weeks,
And weeks to months,
Then years seem just to fly.
Age is just a number, to track
the sense of what we call time.
Life is just a setting, to see what
it is we can come to find.
And at the end of all of this we hope to retain our memories and our minds.
Remember,
The present is what makes us.
The past is what shaped us.
And the future is yet to be defined.