The Time -Equal Rime. Poem by Subrata Ray

Since my prime, I have naked rime
I have seen the ravages of time.

The roses I guess, and embrace,
Are the crescent of wakening May,
The red I feed, the money I mead,
I allow no yellow in my deed.

They say me, a time -equal,
And I admit I hate dress and cover,
I am both a saint and deliberate bobber.

You may see my profile in the western beach,
As the mermaid clamor when the sun is reddish,
And the green sea dances to relish.

Do I need to make you understand?
I am not a lady Macbeth, nor a Cleopatra's band,
And I have dropped Macbeth in oblivion's pond.