Theft

by

McKenna Byrne

Time is passing, passing.
Passing what?
You!
Time's little plaything;
All you do,
See,
Feel,
Hear
Is passing, passing
Year by year.
Tick-tock
Tick-tock,
Stealing all the time you've got;
Are you watching
On the clock?
There you were -
Now you're not -
Out of nowhere
Comes a voice,
Pack your life,
No more choice;
God says "Wake up -
Time's UP, Buttercup!"

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Why don't you look at The Cause Of Pain And Strife
by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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