Nothing Is Permanent In This World Poem by RIC BASTASA

the hope of pain
is that it too subsides in time
and happiness too
is anxious
the moment it comes
it thinks
of departure
much to your disgust
they are but visitors
showing
the best
and worst of their wares
moods
and actions

you think you are seeing them
nope
sadness and happiness
they look at you
and rate you

how strong are you
how humble are you
before their
temporary stay
their
faces that come and go

while you are left out
to figure
if both of them
are really true