When did I become a grown-up? I'm sure I was just 13 only last week but now I am approaching 31! Who took all those years from me without me knowing?

The unseen thief...

Creeping up unseen, unheard
Measuring the minutes as they go
For not one second is time deferred
Is the time their friend, our foe?

A little boy with so many dreams
Wishing his time passed to be the man
Living each day for all it seems
Time disappearing, as it can

The things that happened only yesterday
Are somehow the memories I now hold dear
Softly, quietly, time has drifted away
Stolen from me somewhere, I fear

The clock ticks on in measured beat
Revealing that time is the master thief
It stole my years, the rotten cheat
But not them all to my blessed relief!

Poetry by Liam The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-12-22 at 20:43

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