Is farewell a poem?

Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green, the evening wind blows the flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. A ladle of turbid wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight.

Strictly speaking, it is not an ancient poem. There are already traces of vernacular. But it can be called poetry in artistic conception.