The hands on the clock

The hands on the clock are keeping time
And setting the pace for this rhyme
Quicky passing, the days they flee
Leaving memories that make history

Some are good days and  some are bad
Some we wish  we would never have had
All is passing but nothing is still
We're following  blueprints in our will

Who can grasp the hands of time
And make them stop to end this rhyme
None but time can  end the   song
That writers write of their whole life long

So as we have started so we will end
Watching the clock on which we depend
Until that day when time's no  more
And we've received all we're looking for