Thieves Poem by Else Cederborg

How come?
A thief in my pocket
another one in my purse
not to speak of the one invading my account

How did this happen?
What about security in pockets, purses, banks?
None of that anymore?

And what about the one who stole my heart?
I won it back, but damaged it was
some tick-tocks now sounds like tock-tick
others snarl a perpetual stop-stop-stop

Nothing that is stolen is retrieved
all of it lost forever

© Else Cederborg