Oh, Thief of Life
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Oh, thief of life, your name is Time...
your hands keep moving, no downtime.
You never blink or take a pause;
your movement has no glitches, flaws.
You wait for nothing...you are prime.
All seasons march to your quick-time;
Spring, Summer, Fall, and Wintertime,
are driven by your strict by-laws.
Oh, thief of life.
We race to fill up our Lifetime
not knowing when we'll face 'dead' time.
If only we could change your clause,
slow down your speed...and with applause
stop...take a break at our halftime.
Oh, thief of life.
August 1, 2018
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2018
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