Like all nature’s gifts
Life is not a golden prism
It is full of ups and downs
From pinnacles to valleys
It is a rugged, endless plight
From birth to death, life is a journey
Of indeterminate gravity
Conception comes the good news
Of a new life to come
Then the pain and joy of pregnancy
That ushers in life anew
The tears of joy overflow ashore
As the baby emerges afresh
And the cry awakes the mother’s love
But the honeymoon is short-lived
As man is born to suffer
Must strive and toil
A restitution that must be paid
From our birth to our death
Life is full of ups and downs
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