Thoughts Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Life, like the winds which transient image weave,
A mirage watered down, drowned by time's wave,
Taunts time tracks, tacky triumphs mocks. Most leave
Existence traceless, greet untimely grave.
So few do little save themselves deceive,
Through ignorance they little worthwhile save.
Tweak test the fleeting Present to perceive
How Time tricks trends, bends ends for which we crave,
Of lazy longings, songs on Summer eve
Under starry skies where none stays slave.
Grow, go beyond all ache, false make-believe,
Heed heart apart from flattery or knave,
Thus span may sparkle, neither need nor grieve,
Spontaneous a fairer future pave.