Up And Down Poem by Benjamin Bauda

Up and down we go,
Up and down we flow.
Like cars on the main road,
Racing through cross road.

One is getting rich, another is becoming poor.
Mr A is elected in, Mr B is elected out.
Someone is born, someone is going home.

We are all singing,
Some sing with joy, others with pain and sadness,
Is a joy or pain ride for everyone at a point in time,
Hope being the only bond we always have in common.