The Lows
Without the lows,
There’d be no highs.
Without hellos,
No sad goodbyes.
Without disease,
No joy in health.
With hunger’s pleas,
A quest for wealth.
Without a war,
There’d be no peace.
What comes before
Inspires release.
We cannot rise
From down below
To claim a prize
We did not know.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
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