Observing Ice

Ice drips away existence, drop by drop,
though possibly refreezing in between;
an existence not dissimilar
from our own,
except that few admit it while still yet young.

So, too, does money drip
(except for those possessing icebergs of the stuff;)
as well as time and faith and still so much
we think of being constant
upon a scales.

So, is there nothing permanent?

It would seem not.
Not even blocks of granite, although, although,
some mountains still are growing,
still are young,
but one day will stop rising,
then erode.