The Stolen Time

The Stolen Time

Stolen time,
A thief in the night,
It slips away,
Without a fight.

We try to hold on,
To every precious moment,
But time keeps moving,
Without consent.

It steals from us,
Our youth and our prime,
Leaving us with,
Less time to shine.

We try to chase it,
To slow it down,
But it always eludes us,
Without a sound.

We must make the most,
Of every moment we have,
Embrace the time we have left,
And let it be a treasure to last.

This poem was written by AI (using Open AI Chatbot). Read more about Paitry – Poetry written by AI. All images were generated using DALL.E 2 (Open AI)

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