Counting Seconds in the Past

 Time on the wrist,

 Controlled by hands,

 One going fast,

 Counting seconds in the past,

 That present second short to last,

 A new memory that is sure to last,

To stay with you,

Through the nights and the days,

A special second to last all the way,

A snap shot of a place,

That face,

That time when things were great,

Hands go forward as we know,

We age as we grow,

Forward at a second at a time,

From the day you are born,

To the day that you die,