Time is a thief with a painter's brush.

Time is a thief with a painter's brush
Gently, covers up past pains and regrets in the golden dusk
Waits for no one and never come back.
Brings it all
Takes it all
Leaving shadows of life that we had known.
Time is a burglar
Quietly mounts minute by minute into a block
Doesn’t see why he may not mount another hour
After all, he will never be caught.
Time is a grand larcenist
like a lead vocalist under the rhythm of a guitar
fires a prominent melody
Leaving nothing behind but shy footnotes in your memoir.