Poetry- because I felt like it

Thief of Time


Getting older days seem more precious,
something to savor and simply live.

To loose so much time
that will never come back.
It seems stolen, taken away,
a thief of days, years.

I wonder how long you knew
that you were taking years I
could never hope to retrieve?

Criminal. Death of time.
Slayer of seconds,
Destroyer of years.

Those years filled with memories
no longer precious.
Love made them shine,
Lies tarnish and dull them.

Thief of time.
Killer of Dreams.
Life is far too short to waste.
What you have taken was mine..
and I can never have them back.