The downside of an upside lived,
Is like the body cleansing itself...
To rid from a cold or a virus inflicted.
Those trying to cling onto something,
Possessed with a tightening hold...
Are the ones most embarrassed,
By a letting go of that which exposes.
It is all recycled!
To renew and replace.
Here today and gone tomorrow,
Is a part of life difficult to face.
If there wasn't two sides of a coin,
What would be the purpose...
To wish for heads or tails?
How boring it would be if neither existed.
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