The steel bars
are eaten by salt

rust is a fading
memory

the wooden frame
of the window turns
hollow

the termites are
disappointments

what then lasts forever?
your love? your heart?

it settles for a stroke
in just one stroke of

neglect of a mistake
and so?

take note, nothing,
nothing lasts forever

your soul? do you
still worry?

a bush that burns
a flame in flames

RIC S. BASTASA

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-questions-cropping-in-my-mind/