Constant Thing Is Change Poem by Mac Adrone Adonay

It falters into pieces,
A wooden sculpture
Though it was engraved
Carefully by a skilled mason
Balloons burst after
The touch of molten sunlight
An iron steel so hard to bend
Drops in the bed of rustiness
The candle bathed in golden light
Is waxed old; sparing
Just a little lamp

Nothing remains and no one stays
Life has borders, all has destinations
And beginning comes to an end.
Oceans are not always quiet,
A new day says it all-
Constant thing is change.