Life

Life has its ups and downs.
Happy, sad, smiles, frowns.

We push onward through deepest pain.
But what's it matter? It's all the same.

The pain leaves for a minute.
But not if it returns, when it

Comes back you're up a creek,
Because the cure you again seek.

But the pain always wins.
Creeps in by your sins,

Or maybe by your friends,
Or by family's measley ends.

So why should we fight the pain
If we cannot break its chain?

It's difficult to go ahead and choose
Fighting pain, when you'll always lose.