Time Takes Back Gifts Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Must, crushed, dust minutes hustle to [c]rust ends
as wake waves break on Charon’s jetsam shore?
In sequent bustle, current past befriends
beachcombing foam mocks flotsam sprayed before.
Life’s wayward goal, pole center of attraction,
soon disappoints, ripe rots, tripe fast forgot,
though weak wish leak plugged, stopping strength's subtraction.
Time takes back gifts, tease cross lack, as eyes dot.
Dreams mould to must, stay weighs, repay plays games,
wretch sketch bars parallel on beauty's brow,
spares naught, pares fraught despairs’ false halt fault [cl]aims,
rakes in lost chips, no cost tithe scythe can cow.
Miraculous, Earth’s star stills tocsin’s hand,
rhymed worth alone Time's toxins will withstand.