DEATH

He comes like a thief, in the night,

Robbing you of life itself.

Without a thought,

Or consciousness,

His ugly face is shown.

He shows no preference,

Of any kind,

To him, they're all the same.

Any gender, race or age,

He just picks the day.

He leaves the rest,

With emptiness,

Aches that never cease.

He contemplates who is next,

He has to fill his need.

We sit and wait, for we know

Our time is sure to come.

He has your name,

He knows your move,

There is no where to run.

So live each day as your last,

For this could be so true.

He lurks in silence,

In the dark,

Just waiting to call on you.