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Time Burglar

The time burglar comes when nobody knows,

wears not a mask, nor nondescript clothes.

Comes any time of the day or into the night,

moves so discreetly there isn't any sight.

Not even seen on surveillance cams,

steps captured with the silence of lambs.

It could be that argument with your spouse,

or that chasing of an errant little mouse.

A perplexing problem swirling in your head,

threatening to bring you much closer to dead.

A habit you have that you hide unseen,

that can jump out and bite you unclean.

A tragedy that befell you, you know not why,

while you struggle to recover, praying to the sky.

A nasty disease that has you down and out,

hoping for relief that would remove that pout.

Wherever the time burglar gets under the skin,

you can fight all you want, but will never win.

Copyright 2022 © Ronald W. Hull

2/22/22

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