Life

Life's ups and downs don't ever disengage,

And when one book is read, there's still some other page.

The ins and outs are just a part of one big cage,

And you must play, for all this world's your stage.

What's a little scratch when you got an itch?

What's a little flick to the power switch?

What's a little catch for the pitcher's pitch?

What's a little gloom when your life's a bitch?

One comes with the other one, that's for sure.

For most every illness there seems some cure.

If you start with one, you'll deal with two,

'Cause that's what life has made for you.

What's a soothing balm for each ache and pain?

What's a plumber's plunger to that backed-up drain?

What's a little bleach to the red wine stain?

What's a changing wind to the weathervane?

One comes with the other one, I'll tell you true.

For any one thing there comes the cue

That you'll play with one, but romp with two,

'Cause that's how life was made for you.

What's a fitting answer to every little plight?

What's the color black to the color white?

What's a bumpy tumble from some lofty height?

What's a workman's wrench when the nut's too tight?

What's a little lovin' when you're feeling fine?

What's the thing that's yours that is also mine?

What's the dark of night when the sun does shine?

What's that giant puzzle? Read between each line.

One comes with the other one, I'll say it straight.

For any one thing, like love or hate,

You will sport with one, but war with two,

'Cause those are the rules life's made for you.