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Death comes like a robber 

In the middle of the night

And changes the faces

Of those we hold tight.


Found on Facebook Timeline on 7-24-17. Country and Farm Photography. Taken by Carolyn Anderson.

We sit beside the dying,

See the ravages of time

Reflected in our loved ones,

And feel it is a crime.


Because we feel cheated

That we’ll never see again

The energy of youth

And things that might have been.


We remember all the secrets

We wish we had told,

And words we left unspoken

While we both grew old.


No one knows the dreams

We hid deep inside,

Nor the precious moments

When we both gave in to pride.


So it is with sadness, 

We watch their last breath,

As they let go of life

To embrace the arms of death.