How Life Goes
Sometimes you're the first blush of springtime;
Sometimes you’re the dead leaves of fall.
Sometimes you're the bee who has learned to fly free;
And sometimes you’ve no wings at all.
Sometimes you're a fresh sip of water;
Sometimes you’re a tart drip of lime.
Sometimes you're the girl who could marry an earl;
And sometimes you're not worth his time.
Sometimes you're a smooth curve of sunlight;
Sometimes you're an inky-black lake.
Sometimes you're the belle who does everything well;
And sometimes you're one vast mistake.
Sometimes you're the fair Lady Éowyn;
Sometimes you are Lady Macbeth
Sometimes you bring joy to each girl and boy;
And sometimes you scare them to death.
Sometimes you’re a cool beam of moonlight;
Sometimes you’re a broken-off nap.
Sometimes you're the one who is holding the gun;
And sometimes you're cheese in the trap.
Sometimes all goes just as you planned it;
Sometimes there is no end in sight.
Sometimes you don’t sleep while you sit up and weep;
And sometimes you switch off the light.
Sometimes this sweet life will astound you;
Sometimes there are more cons than pros.
Sometimes you will shrug as your plans come unplugged;
And you’ll say, “Sometimes that’s how life goes.”