HIGH AND LOW

this is what there is, my friend,  
day to day from start to end  
the shit is bound to hit the blade  
and new get old, and brightness fade  
 
it's joy and woe and bliss and strife  
that we can all expect from life  
 
endless bliss is just a pitch  
 
you'll never live to catch that bitch  
 
the midas touch, the perfect kiss  
they come and go, it's hit and miss  
and always when the seasons change  
these flowers wilt and rearrange  
 
yet just this truth can get one through  
when things go bad, as things will do  
wise folk keep this promise nigh --  
 
there is no low without its high --  
 
and likewise when the blessings flow  
there is no high without its low