Thief of Time

Day changes to night without a whimper Another day of time I can’t retrieve. The thief of time blithely robbing the hours From me, a felon that I never see. I once had youth; my heart was young as spring Where all life’s offerings were there for me. But now the yoke that once connected things Somehow became a distant memory. Here I am in the autumn of my life Clinging like a withered leaf on a tree As the setting sun again turns to night And the purloiner robs again from me. How long must I suffer this living death? Until the thief of time steals my last breath!