There Is One Thief Who Preys Upon Us All Poem by Raymond Farrell

There is one thief
who preys upon us all
his presence is pervasive
no dog
no bars
no guards
can keep him out
he touches every fabric
of earthly existence
his calling cards
are everywhere
but he cannot be seen
only perceived
his true qualities
are not well understood
yet the effects
of his passing
are felt everywhere
in decaying buildings
and bodies
we call him Time
but he answers
to no name
and is accountable
to no one.