The thief isn’t death – we’re all going to die —
the thief is the decline that robs us of time.
The thief burgles memories
and steals our wit,
the thief is the disease that rots our bodies
and makes us sick.
The thief embezzles our energies and usurps our pride,
darkens our vision and makes hope a lie.
It takes our hearing and corrupts our senses,
builds up walls and creates new fences.
We look out from within and they look in from without,
both of us wondering,
does anyone know what life is about?
Michael Seidel, writer 
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