Through the Timeline

I hear the tick of running clock

I see the sand passing through

Time – the master -- gliding by

With a steady silent move

I see the faces big and small

Happy sad all size and shape

Some festive with the love around

Some gloomy blaming their bad fate

With all the feelings high and low

The timeline keeps growing by

What matters in the end of all

Is the imprint left behind

When a hard time comes around

I see the passing sand and clock

I ask myself will this matter 

Years to come down the line

Let the trifling worries be shed

Let the thread of life go loose

Let the kite fly higher 

Against the strong wind passing through