Thief
No time for thinking,
Or for any blinking.
Life moves rapidly,
increasing steadily.
It runs by time itself,
No more do you recognize yourself.
Wrinkles and gray hair,
a body with tears and wear.
The thief runs by unperceived,
leaving the naked eyed deceived.
But the body does know,
And the truth of time it shows.
Copyright © Hector Leyva | Year Posted 2011
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