The Biggest Thief Of All Poem by Noelle Fauvelle

Oh how I hate you Father Time
for what you have done to friends of mine.
Wasn't it just yesterday
that they were just kids at play?
Bloom of youth upon their cheeks
and strong of heart with fine physiques.
They faced the world to make their mark
unafraid of hell or dark.
Now when I pass them on the street
I urge my eyes to be discreet.
For just like a gang of rackateers
you've stolen their beauty through the years.
Slowed them down in mind and step
you've substituted peace for pep.
You had no right to do these things
Without consulting Queens & Kings.
It saddens me to remember when,
cause now you see,
I AM JUST LIKE THEM.