Death like a black hooded inexorable thief, slyly slithers at day or night,
and robs us of our most prized possession, the treasure of life.
We know not when and how he'll strike,
Maybe at dusk or dawn or diffused twilight.
He'll not wait patiently for us to finish our unfinished business on earth
or calculate the minutes, hours or years of our birth.
He harbours a fear deep within our souls,
and indeed is the most loathsome ghoul.
He has taken away those we've loved and idolised
But, also of the significance of life made us realise,
that life is short, we must do what we are set out to do and not procrastinate,
Lest death with us, uninvited, will set with him, our inevitable date!
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