The Stealing Steps Of Age Poem by Adams King

One, two, three the stealing steps
It counts and count and knows no end
It brings and take both life and death
It numbers the years of the earth

It walks men to the dark silent pit
and wake men still from filth
With silent steps and unspoken words
To grow nature and change the world

It rolls a soul slowly to grave
Still happy are men when added in age
Unknown to them It's stealing steps
That brings a man still to his end

One, two, three you better hear
It curse a man with death to tear
If encounter such, remember friend
The stealing steps knows no end