O'clock Poem by Bella Pencil

Only time will tell,
the secrets of the clock.
It may go fast, it may go slow,
but it always goes tick-tock.
We watch it pass, day by day,
until we're out of time.
Takes our love and life away,
our personal, treacherous climb.
Seconds pass, minutes fly,
hours die, days are wasted.
Each loss sinks in,
each last day is tainted.
Memories rise, faces fall,
laughter hurts, losses swell.
What are the secrets of the clock?
Only time will tell...