Sometimes in summer, it rains, and in winter, it snows.
Sometimes there’s plenty for the harvest; sometimes nothing grows.
That’s just the way it goes.
Some lives are filled with happiness; others filled with pain.
To some love comes easy; to others it’s always on the wane.
That’s just the way it goes.
You say it don’t come easy; well everybody knows.
Sometimes life hits you in the face, and you get a bloody nose.
That’s just the way it goes.
Sometimes there’s a rainbow, without a pot of gold.
Sometimes there’s a message, without on hand to hold.
Sometimes there’s a mountain, too high to behold.
Sometimes there’s a poet, his muse too meek to unfold.
Sometimes there’s an opportunity, untaken until it’s cold.
Sometimes there’s a love that finds you when you’re old.
The summer is always too hot, and the winter, too cold.
Hold me in your heart; hold me in your fold.
So savor this sweet life while you can, for everybody knows,
That it will pass, like the rest, and that’s just the way it goes.
Copyright 2001 © RonaldW. Hull
8/13/01