rain falls, sail boats sink
temperatures drop, stocks plunge
At the click of a switch.
Drop of a hat.
Off the edge of the table.
Closing of a door.
Night and day.
Black and white.
Sweet or sour.
Why do the bad days have to follow the good days so close.
Life is good and then it isn’t.
I wish I could remember how bad it can get when its going good.
I might appreciate the good more maybe.
But mostly I want to remember how bad it gets and some days the bit of good just isn’t worth it.