Stealing time, grabs so suddenly, our youth away.
Stealthy time, with it's unseen aging hand, paints wrinkled, our once smooth faces.
Thieving time, steals our most treasured memories, then, over years, blurs them all.
Crooked time, unheard whilst it does the crime, as age creeps on, slowly deafens us.
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we are all traveller on time, no matter how slow or fast it seems, nice poem