Time is a thief
he rests on his perch
flying unheralded only to search
for people like us who think we're not old
a skeletal finger so bony and cold
taking years from our lives with a sinister stroke
stealing our joy and robbing our hope
turning our laughter and love into pain
then along comes a puppy to renew us again
Hi, Bob
ReplyDeleteI read your poem and thought it very good. I was especially surprised by the ending, the last line, cool.
Yes, time does steal a lot from us. I don't like this getting older business. Also, I wish I had a dog. Cats are so stingy with their affection. Dogs just keep on giving but cats, no, they want everything on their own terms.
Also, I wish I could step out my front door into the wilderness. Around here houses are the predominant feature. I have to drive to find a good place for a walk.
Well as you can see, I did find out how to get back onto google's log-on process. So....have a nice day. Don