Silver And Gold (Poetry)

What you have taken cannot be returned
Time’s stolen silver cannot be restored
and Love’s pure gold set generous with gems
is lost in memory’s uncertain hoard.

You were the thief who pilfered day by day
pickpocketed the hours that I spent
loving you — I never counted up
how much you took until the day you went.

You cleaned me out — I’m old and tired and broke —
I’m emptied of the riches I once had
you drained my energies — you killed all hope
and left me aching — devastated — sad...

I’m wiser now — more careful with my heart
less generous — so little left to give
you took the best yet value it the least
but loss grows less the longer that I live.