I watch the clock,

That reclines on the wall,

For every day of my life

It ticks every second --

How time passes by

It seemed like yesterday,

When we were children that used to play,

Splashing puddles,

In the rain

So ephemeral,

So bitter-sweet;

I can't comprehend,

Or understand,

How the present turns into the past,

So oddly quick and fast

Just with one tick of the moving clock,

And the recent present is gone,

Leaving me in utter shock

I wish I could turn back in time,

When we were young

I yearn for those memories,

To come back to me

And I wish,

That hopefully,

They would stay,

Forever in my head,

Never leaving again.