Thief of the Night
There's a thief of the night called death
Female or male lose their breath
A day old to a hundred can not escape
For death has his long wide cape.
Life's too short, we'll never know
For life itself is just a borrowed show
We are the actor, the creator of our scene
But God is the director who judge us clean.
A little boy could smile today
But in a blink of an eye he could pass away
For life ends always in death
There's no time, no date to end your breath.
Oh little boy! I won't say goodbye
I know I'll be walking down the same aisle
Just see you in the crossroads soon
May you rest and smile as bright as the full moon.
-sdjm
11:46 p.m.
28Jul2017
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PoetryJust a collection of my random thoughts in poetry form. #61 in Poetry as of August 18, 2017. The highest rank so far.
