Monday once again - Time poem

Time stops for on man, tick-Tock tick-Tock
Second by second, minute by minute , you see on the clock.
Once you were young, but now you are old
Time is worth more than any amount of gold.
Time is infinite, time wears out everything.
The galaxy may end and time will march on.
Time is a concept, invented by man.
Perceptions measured by time, fills our memories
Until the end, time stops for no man.