Time

In the past,
I walked through history — 
a tapestry of tears and laughter.

Today,
I stitch myself anew,
thread by thread, into stronger colors.

Tomorrow,
I will wear the sun,
a cloak of light waiting to unfold.

Time never hesitates;
it carves wisdom into my bones,
polishing me with joy and sorrow.

Somewhere ahead,
dreams hum a quiet tune,
and hope blooms in the clock’s next breath.