Time in a Bottle Poem

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Time's a fleeting treasure, elusive and rare,
A precious gift we're granted, beyond compare.
Like liquid gold, it slips through our grasp,
A timeless mystery, an ethereal clasp.
We try to hold it tight, to make it stay,
To keep it locked, and never fade away.
But time, like sand, trickles through our hand,
Leaving only memories, as moments expand.
In a bottle, we dream of capturing time,
Preserving its essence, its rhythm, and rhyme.
We'd seal it up, with a cork so tight,
To keep its magic, forever in sight.
But time cannot be caged or contained,
It flows with grace, unrestrained.
It marches on, with steady pace,
Leaving its mark, on every place.
It whispers softly, in morning dew,
And paints the sky, with sunset's hue.
It dances in laughter, and weeps in pain,
It heals our wounds, and leaves its stain.
Time's a master, a conductor of life,
Playing melodies, with joy and strife.
In a bottle or not, it marches on,
A symphony of moments, from dusk till dawn.
So let's cherish each second, each day,
Embrace the present, in every way.
For time's a treasure, a gift divine,
A precious elixir, that's truly sublime.