The Thief Poem by Kelsey Gallant
The Thief
He looks, he walks, he grabs his sack
He sneaks, he creeps, he’s on his way back
He puts his sack in his secret pond
And in the flash of a camera, he’s gone
The bag, which held stolen money from the bank,
Went deeper, deeper, down it sank
And who knew he was a robber, slick and sleek
Who knew he was a thief?
If you ever find him, call the police!
(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)
You are right... Thieves shouldn't be entertained.... What someone works for years to build, it takes just a few seconds to be stolen
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 12:01:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The stealth and quick movement of a thief well depicted in the poem. A well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Thank you for your comment! I'm glad you enjoyed my poem. I just read your Mandela poem and it is very good!