It's the truth

A poem on the truth of the old.

You grow, you change

You gain friends, you lose friends

You fall, you stand up

You lie, you tell the truth

You cry, you laugh

You choose, you don't

You party, you crash

You skip, you study

You stay awake, you sleep

You fail, you succeed

This is the truth, basic,

yet truth. 

What is not basic is,

You love but you hate

You live but you die

In all other things, 

the bad is first and good is after

But in loving and hating,

in living and dying, 

the good is first, 

the bad is after,

this is the truth.