The Ups and Downs of Poetry

There are two sides In the poetry we write One from the dark And one from the light The dark writes of pain Mourning and loss A love gone awry With emotional cost The light writes of joy And days in the sun Butterflies flitting Or children who run They dance with abandon They celebrate life They don't suffer pain They don't suffer strife But the dark always broods It's the nature of beast You fight for the most And it gives you the least Then comes a poem That brightens your day And all of your worries Just melt away You read it from start Through middle to end It makes you feel good Like you've found a friend Then comes another That drags you back down Emotional whirlpools Making you drown Tears of emotion Well up in your eyes Hands of rememberence Reach up to the skies It's sad when you read That we're not alone We share in the things That we must bemoan We rise and we fall We twist and we turn We rise from the ashes After we burn But the sun always rises As well as the moon One greeted by sparrow The other by loon The balance of life Is shared on the page One by the prophet And one by the sage The cycle begins Just where it ends But the final score Is the number of friends Rockman :-)