Bouquets and Brickbats

Ups and downs—life's vicissitudes,

Rapture and Grive,

Are we all trapped?

In a vicious cycle,

Seeking perpetual satisfaction,

As if immortality is at our behest,
One moment you are applauded,
Then the next slapped across the face,

Unforgettable memories

And emotional scars,

All that is temporal,

All that is just void,

We yearn and plead

For a glorified life,

But the shiny medallion, 

Dies in the end with rust.