All that wither are ripe and old
All that bloom are fresh and new
All that gloom are sick and slew
Nothing is eternal except illusion
All is well when everything ends well
All is hell when problems bang and swell
All is nil when panic grips and miseries dwell
Nothing is eternal except only the illusion
A great truth is put in such beautifully rhyming verse! Succint and profound! This deserves a 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Problems of love and life! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.