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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

What if instead of being a kindly old gent, father time was a life-sucking fiend? I wrote this poem twice in the same day; having somehow lost the first version soon after finishing it.

Old man time comes
To steal the lives of others,
To replenish his own.

Even small babies
Are not immune from his theft,
Anyone's life will do.

Every New Year's eve
He arrives to take years,
From the innocent.

Once called Methuselah
Old-Man-Time is now
The name that he prefers.

Ruthless stealer of life
Not the loveable guy,
From old fairy tales.

No old gentleman
Just a life-sucking horror,
Stealing people's lives.

Lovers out courting
Find themselves strangely tiring,
Suddenly they're old.

No-one is safe from him
Young beauties become old hags,
In mere minutes.

Young hunks fast becoming
Dried out old geezers,
As Old-Man-Time passes.

As he takes their life
Babies become teenagers
Puberty bypassed.

Taking their life force
Old people are soon skeletons,
No-one can resist

© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

Submitted: May 27, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts. All rights reserved.

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