Goodbye Hello Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Time's stream slides by, tears - joy, sad cry, -
are dreams? real-I-tease?
We wonder why we're here: reply
remains illusive puzzle piece.

Hello, goodbye, beneath blue sky,
above deep ocean trench
most feel with sigh that bye and bye
joy, pain wane, heart heal, wrench.

For Man, mayfly, soon sinks, will die -
both gallant knight and wench -
no sacred tie can time deny
rose petals pink soon blench.

Love bold, sold, shy, crime cold bone dry;
sides of same coin spin, stench
or balm belie both low and high,
perceptions fears entrench.

Thus teacup storm, as ice or warm
no hold need exercise;
each is a form of passing norm
now wise, now foolish vice.

Rebel, conform, embrace, inform
as ant antennae, splice
two who reform, altar, platform,
can alter in a trice.

Take little stock of rage or rock -
time capsule fractals fly -
of welcome knock or after-shock;
all proves illusion sly.