In Some Ways We Pay Poem by Francis Duggan

In some ways we pay for the success we do gain
There is no such a thing as a life free of pain
Before holding her newly born girl or boy
The birth pains for the mother preceded the joy
We do have our good times though good times do not last
And the clock on our lives does keep ticking on fast
And on ageing and death we do not have a say
For each one of us there's a last night and day
Even the wealthy and influential who command great power
Too fade to nothingness like the beautiful flower
That bloom in the garden in the prime of the Spring
When all of Nature's nesting wildbirds do whistle and sing
So fleeting indeed our life's physical prime
We quickly age and fade as we lose out to time.