There’s an old man sitting on the park bench,
Looking at the world from a new perspective..
The kids were running in the field as happy as they can be,
To them life is perfect and innocent.
Little do they know that there is a monster waiting for them.
The infamous darkness that everyone knows of,
Creeping up on everyone without a single sound.
It is as silent as silence itself.
It has killed more children then you can count,
Its never ending hunger devours all.
There are those who prepare for it,
There are those who forget,
There are those who get visited sooner,
While some get visited early.
The cycle is part of life,
It is as important as breathing.
Little do the kids know that in just a few years they'll be next.
Nobody can run from the greying of the hair,
The weakness in the bones,
And finally the loss of innocence.
It is a bandit that is already a part of you,
Hiding in plain sight but always out of reach until it is too late.
Ivan Timchenko