Day Three: Prompt: Thief
"She's a thief!" the townsfolk cry,
As a woman runs with a loaf of bread,
To feed her starving family,
Before the magistrate hunts her down.
"He's a thief!" the townsfolk cry,
As a pauper runs with expensive medicine,
To treat his ailing wife,
Before they burst through his door.
"They are thieves!" the townsfolk cry,
As street children scurry from the market,
Clutching meager scraps and morsels,
To see them through until tomorrow.
"We're all thieves!" the townsfolk cry,
As they each swindle the other,
In an attempt to stay ahead,
On the ladder of life.
But the old man sits and thinks,
Of the disarray around him,
And comes to the conclusion that
Time is the worst thief of all,
For stealing away youth and moments,
Before anyone can realise.
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November Incandescence
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