Len A. Hynds
A THIEF CALLED ‘TIME’
A thief called ‘Time’, despoils our life,
stealing our years away,
Entreating pleas won’t change his course
not for a single day.
And this thieving callous ‘Time,’
so oblivious to our pain,
will have his way, without remorse,
and tears are all in vain.
This monster lays his fiendish hand,
on beauty and on plain.
Those rich or poor, or good or bad,
will all display his stain.
Try as you may, to cir-cum-vent,
his slow and crafty crime,
and to beg the villain to repent,
will not discourage time.
Nothing really will protect,
the highborn or the low.
No one, no-where, is sac-ro-sanct,
there’s no place that time won’t go.
©Copyright by Len A. Hynds, Date Unknown