Vanishing

Everyone has a ticking clock,
With three arrows going clockwise,
Seconds are like happiness,
Ticks off very fast,
Minutes are like present,
Steady and awaits,
Hours are like the haunting past,
Every minute and second,
Once the clock stops,
It is just silence...

I fear not of my clock stop,
But I fear for others,
As years gather,
My world is slowly vanishing,
People,
Things,
Memory,
Friendship,
Love and sorrow,
The scope is getting narrower,
Kaleidoscope is dimmer..