Hay Ride Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

However the story is told,
take issue as tissues you fold,
let cold Winter's hand wringing,
turn to Spring that’s spent singing
fresh vision illusions remold.

Notwithstanding how passion burned bold,
Cupid's wings seemed soon clipped, Love turned cold
when where donging and dinging
the telephone ringing
reminds one of lover on hold.

So make hay while the sun shines, when old
stocks fall flat, that is that, soon shortsold,
no new rises beginning,
so surprises joy bringing,
just viagra to temper the scold.

Turn to dreams of tomorrow, enjoy
light and life while with warm heart employ
time to past troubles heal,
with no need to conceal,
and discover another true joy.

No need to forgive or forget,
just seek fairer future unmet,
live life up to the hilt
don't regret bad blood spilt
but look forward, fresh appetite whet.