The Thief

So since graduation is coming up I decided to write a poem about time.

The Thief

Time, a thing that steals people away

Staying with the people you love

Knowing that time follows you around

Realizing that time will steal those people from you eventually

You have to have fun before its too late

People disappearing in the distance
Nothing remains only precious memories
New journeys will unfold
Eventually, it will end because of time

But without time those memories won't be as precious

Without time there won’t be an end

Without time you wouldn’t know what are precious memories

Wouldn’t that make time a kind thief?