tick the present, tock the past

The hand of the clock goes tick and tock,
As though time had its own departure dock. Moments pass by, seconds fly away,
Hours that die and days begin to slay.
Memories that we spent were so undervalued,
That now we wish we could go back to interlude.
If you see, good times are almost equivalent to a slime,
They slip out of your hands, not holding onto you for a long time.
But if you're lucky, they can come back to you,
Make you feel things which are too good to be true.
Although yet again, every ship has to sail,
Turning our happiness into a colour very pale.
The balance of emotions is the way of life they say,
They change like the weather from day to day.
Every passing moment is meant to be cherished,
Savour them and don't worry about them getting perished.
Somewhere our past might have been a little demean,
But our present gives opportunities for us to redeem.
Live in the present and the future will come,
Live in the now and not where it started from.
Treat the present like a g