Time Is a Thief

Time is a thief . it stole my joy away from Me , painted a Friday with black and gave to me a gift of pain . mom was busy thinking of heaven from her sick bed, all i did was worry far away as i write my school test. students and teachers filled up the spaces but i was still feeling lonely . i dropped my pen and brought out my tears as i watch my mom through the hospital window. her face covered with an oxygen mask , she was there but she wasn't there. i was there but i wasn't there coz time was there before me. time is a thief it stole my mom away from me.