Thief

Death is like a thief,

Who robs you of your life;

Who robs you of your hopes;

The biggest strife of your life.

If only it is gentle like a mother’s touch,

If only it is lovely like the kiss of the sun,

Maybe it’ll be easier,

Maybe it’ll be fair,

Maybe it’ll be humane.

But still it’s like a thief,

Who robs you of your rights;

Who robs you of your dreams.

Yes, it is like a thief,

Swift like a fox,

Poisonous like a snake,

More tragic than Shakespeare’s epic tales.

- June 28, 2010 12:00 P.M.