Two Lives Lost.

At a certain time of day, a menacing man called Sly,
Would prowl the streets, concealed by the night sky.
In a dark and eerie alley, an alley unknown to me,
Sly would rob an old man, for his life that man would plea,
He would cry and shudder, words falling on deaf ears.
Sly had no compassion, for a man with crocodile tears,
Thinking of stabbing the old man with his snickersnee,
That’s how evil and cantankerous someone can be.
What he did not even care about, or know,
Is that later he could end up in the hoosegow.
Sly carried out his thoughts, thrusting with his knife,
In that dark and eerie alley, ending the old man’s life.
“It won’t happen to me”, everybody reckons,
But the afterlife, it beckons, it beckons.
Until his death Sly would be thrown into prison,
Where he may never again see, that the sun has risen.